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It is no secret that I am looking for a new vocation and during my seven hours of driving today I found myself falling in love with every business I passed. I tried to imagine what I could do for each company and how great it must be to work there… I know, I know, but I was bored. I am well aware that every company has its problems and blah blah blah but I can’t seem to shut off my mind. At one point I even found myself looking with green eyes at the truckers I kept passing.

That was until I stopped at a gas station truck stop in Indiana to evacuate my bladder and get some more liquids. As I was doing my thing at the urinal there was  guy in the stall dropping bombs. That was where the guild wore off of the trucking lily a bit but the capper was a sound coming from the stall that I had a hard time identifying. Then it hit me that the bathroom bomber was multitasking. It was the unheard of tooth brush electric shave combo not yet sanctioned for international competition due to its high degree of difficulty.

It took a tremendous amount of restraint to not glance over the top of the stall just to see if he wasnt spinning plates on his knees or something but I didn’t have time for a fight so I just left well enough alone. Trucking is officially off of the list.

It was a good weekend but it kind of felt like trying to have a good time on death row. This week is going to be a pisser but I will get through it and out the other side. I have been remiss in the posting department because I don’t want to just sit here pissing and moaning about a job that I don’t like. Even I cant stand reading about it anymore.

It would be easy about now to regret some choices I’ve made in my life but I am completely aware that everything done to this point has lead me right here. The good far outweighs the bad. This winding road has just dealt me a crappy work situation for now but everything else is going pretty good. I have not yet begun to float resumes just yet because I have an insider in Human Resources getting me a list of what the “job sourcers” as they are called in my company search for on a daily basis. She thinks it is so I can improve the search for current team members but I am trying to see what I should include in a updated resume.

It’s all good and I’ll update as much as possible from the seven trials of stupidbad.

Tomorrow is the boy’s birthday and I need to come home from the salt mine and immediately improve my mood. I have no choice because I owe my family the best shot I have and these other miserable pricks can choke. I had one of them pay me a compliment on the work I was doing and tell me that I have been “talked about” by upper management. These are all guys that work seventy plus hour weeks, see their families religiously on Saturdays even if it is sometimes by court order, and all make obscene amounts of money. I smirked as if flattered all the while thinking not a chance in hell.

The plans for my torture will subside after next weeks marathon and it should only take me a month or so to get into a rhythm between the Chicago and Milwaukee markets. I am trying to not let them win but a shitty job tends to overrun your entire life.

I am currently in a twisted version of the Gene Wilder Richard Pryor classic Stir Crazy and no, I’m not the enormous bald man with the beautiful voice. I have adjusted to this torturous travel schedule and as far as anyone knows I am happy with this. In an attempt to break me five hours of Saturday has been thrown into the mix as well as an extra day and an extra state of travel next week. Now it is a battle of wills. And of all the things I’ve got stubborn and bullheaded are in abundant supply. I promised not to whine about work and I’m not doing a very good job sticking to that but tomorrow I’m going to tell you about a reoccurring dream that is beginning to freak me out.

Back to the room early at nine forty five PM after a four forty five AM start but I’m not whining because except for me my room is douche free. This effing hotel has these blow up select number comfort bed type things. The problem is that I don’t know my number and I don’t think I ever will. This bed just pisses me off. I can’t get comfortable. This bed pun inetnded blows.

Luckily I had a dude swear at me today and tomorrow I get to fire him. He lobbed a veiled threat my way and tomorrow on the way out of the building I will whisper a frightening promise his way. Sadly he will be on the business end of my bad week. We all need our outlets and I’ve spent the last half hour figuring out how to give a dude adult nightmares.