Well well well, I'm back again. Into the gauntlet with more woes this time ones that may possibly definitely affect me and my bowels beyond today. 

It started this morning at 4 am, you guys remember that bum ass trainer I had? The one who right out of the doors had me running 11 hours with little to no sleep. Yeah same guy, that wouldn't let me shower and made me pay out of pocket? The one that also never wears his seatbelt and scrolls tiktok while driving? Anyways I hadn't slept the night prior, again because I don't sleep at night. Its a medical thing not a choice. Fortunately it doesn't affect me outside of needing to work my schedule around it. 

So the morning starts as usual, and again for the 100th time I tell him, I'm tired, I don't feel safe to operate, and he starts telling me it's not his problem and to drive, and right after that the sack of shit has the nerve to tell me "if you keep this shit up I'm going to drop you at a terminal and tell them you aren't ready for testing." Which, to his credit, may have been correct. So I'm pulling out and since we are in the middle of arguing my dumbass turns left too soon and just fucks this poor truck. No damage on our trailer. But the poor lone freightliner has been injured to say the least. 

Now he's even more angry than usual, he sluggardly melts out of the truck and waddles toward the damage, I ask "so what do we do?" He like the emotionally dysregulated child he is, doesn't respond and just gives me a mean look. 

Fast forward a few minutes, he moves the truck to a no parking area, and wouldn't you believe it, parks. Police show up and grab my CDL and take pictures and what not, I'm shitting myself now about how I'll be out of a job after all this bullshit training and ridiculous trainers I've gone through with slave wages and now the debt from school on top of it. 

Then the cops run his CDL, he has a warrant, full extradite to Texas for theft of over $150k or something. He's arrested on the spot, I'm left with the truck. Now I'm sitting here, thinking about my future plans as I'm sure Werner is about to fire me. I'm mad at myself, I'm mad at my trainer, and I'm mad at pilot, no real reason for that one these lights are just too fuckin bright and this chair is uncomfortable. 

Werner told me they will get me in a hotel, so I'm waiting to be gish galloped around like an ugly girl at prom before they finally just kick me out. My disappointment is immeasurable and my life is ruined. And perhaps my life as well. 

Hey guys, how was your morning?