A really fucked-up anniversary.
It was one year ago yesterday that I last walked into a job I loved, climbed into L114, and kicked serious ass making deliveries while listening to loud metal.
I bitched about that job. I complained about Adam, about the 11 hour days, the screwy directions from salespeople, managers, and purchasing.
But if you told me right now that I could be healthy enough to go back to work, but would die in one year, I'd take that deal in a heartbeat.
I bitched about that job. I complained about Adam, about the 11 hour days, the screwy directions from salespeople, managers, and purchasing.
But if you told me right now that I could be healthy enough to go back to work, but would die in one year, I'd take that deal in a heartbeat.
