I've been fairly calm considering that I walked away from the only job I've had in the last nine months after being employed again for not even two. I should be completely freaking out right now, but I'm not.
It was a horrible job. That's a conservative assessment, by the way.
I finished filling out an application with another company - a company that has just recently decided to expand into the region I live in. They need truck drivers, experienced or not. They are currently looking for someone for a regional position which I have now set my sights on. Basically, I'll be driving a constant route (or cycling through a few constant routes) within a 250 mile radius of a distribution center. If I get the job, of course. They really need local drivers so they're attaching signing bonuses and offering tuition reimbursements for these regional jobs normally reserved for someone with at least three years of over-the-road driving experience. Lucky me, I don't have to wait. It's a rare coincidence in my favor and I'm thrilled. I could use the luck reversal.
I returned home Sunday after spending a few incredibly relaxing days in Arkansas with family. It did wonders for my mental health which could have been most accurately described as homicidal previous to arriving in Arkansas. I did not enjoy the two weeks I was trapped in purgatory - more commonly referred to as the Dallas/Fort Worth area. I have no plans of ever returning there, which means I inevitably will at some point. Again. I filled out the application on Monday morning and received a call today from the same recruiter I've been speaking to since before I even realized I was hopelessly stranded in Texas. I have a phone interview tomorrow. It's not a real interview, apparently. It's just to review the information I provided and allow them to collect additional information about my current situation and possibly fitting me into a orientation/training schedule.
The word "orientation" sends cold shivers down my back now. That's lovely. I will now probably always associate that word with my recent experience/experiment in Dallas. It will linger in my subconcious and strike without warning like a latent hypnotic suggestion to start burning everything around me. "Orientation?! Oh, hell no. We're not doing that. I will burn this motherfucker down!!! You won't take me alive!" Hopefully not, but I know how crazy I truly am and can imagine exactly that sort of impulse overwhelming me.
I also have a contingency plan. I filled out an application for a night audit position for a local hotel. It would be nice to get back into something more mathematically oriented (Apparently, even the very word 'orient' in any form provokes an involuntary shudder from me now. Awesome. People are going to think I have Parkinson's when I go to my next orientation.) and closer to home. It would, of course, be a shame to waste my CDL. Which is why this is the back-up plan and not the actual plan, but it's not a bad option. I really enjoyed my time working in the hospitality industry. I also enjoyed working alone at night and not really having to deal with tourists and their bullshit, while still working in the hospitality industry. I believe my recent experience in management and improved mastery of daily financial statements will be an asset to me in this position. But, they haven't called me yet. So, we'll see. It may prove to be a completely moot point by tomorrow afternoon anyway, but I'd rather have an unnecessary fall-back option than not.
I also have to visit my family since they figured out that I'm home now. That should be entertaining. I'll post that experience on the other page.
One more thing, they haven't called to find out where the hell I am yet or why I haven't returned to work. I'm thinking they probably never will. I'm glad we're mutually apathetic about my continued employment. It seems appropriate.
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