It's nearly nine in the morning as I write this to you, and I am able to catch my breath after a few weeks of hell visited upon me. I hope I don't come off as a nag or whiner, but I gotta vent.
After 11 years of service, I lost my job as a truck driver after a dispute in which I was blamed for dumping a load of---get this---a load of manure on a Minneapolis farm road. Only problem with that is that I was in Austin, Texas at the time delivering a load of seafood to a grocery store. Yet somehow I got fired for it.
A week later, my girlfriend of almost two years left me. Didn't even have the courtesy to say it to my face, just a measly note s