Truck Driver.

Luckily I think I'm close to my breaking point at my job.  I have never disliked something so much.  Actually that's not quite true.  The first position I held at this company I hated so much I almost cried when I had to get up and go to work in the morning.  I'm almost there now with this job.  I have to say it's not the company.  It's not a horrible company to work for by any means.  I also really enjoy the people I work with, well most of them.  I HATE this job though.  Here are some pieces of an e-mail that I received from one of my most admired clients.  

"this is pure insanity." "which would have the exact same “rule” as the fund we are currently jacking around with." "his whole situation is a CLUSTER****!" "because of the incompetence of (I'll leave this out) and (and this.)" "I will encourage the client to take legal action if you do not."

This e-mail stemmed from something my brilliant client was supposed to do but did not.  I love really nice people who blame others for their shortcomings.  Especially when they're a client and you can't very well argue back.  

This job is neither rewarding nor does it pay well.  What am I doing here?  Paying the bills I guess.  I've decided today that pretty soon I will be doing what this lovely lady below is doing:

a female truck driver.  I could do that right?  I  might need some phone books or some type of booster seat.  Travel the United States with my camera, eat at local diners, go by the name of Emma Grace or something like that.  I could listen to Hank Williams Jr, eat beef jerky, drink Milwaukee's best, wear a cowgirl hat, and honk at all the hot guys in convertibles.  Maybe recreate Thelma and Louise without getting my semi blown up.  I have to look into this.