I remembered something today.

I haven't thought about this for a while but on the short cold ride home from the shop tonight something hit me. I remembered the turbulent times when I had to get out of the biz. I realized that the crucial issue came down to the fact that I worked for a fat lazy dispatcher.

I'd put him at about 260 pounds and believe me he took in more calories than I ever did. Maybe it would be like someone trying to coach me in cycling(or any other sport) who had never ridden a bike let alone been physically active. Insulting somehow...

No problems with the boss, or the previous dispatchers, just that guy in particular. He was a car dispatcher, and he wanted to treat me like a car. His laziness offended me when I would have to do that one last round trip ten mile run for 3$ that wasn't worth the pint I'd have to down that night to forget so that I could get back in the morning and not want to swing on him.

This isn't something that most people understand. It's not like working in a stable and secure job where when the boss or supervisor wants you to clean up the shop or do inventory before closing. This is for another hour on a day where you have only made twenty and knowing that your weekly check will only be 3$ greater, and you're wet. Knowing that this slob won't apologize when there isn't any work the next day coming in and knowing that you could loose your job("self employed"/"independent contractor"). And in the end after it's all over knowing that he will never ever back you up when the shit comes down.

Luckily I feel secure in what I am doing now, and in all likelihood won't have to go back and if I wanted to the work(in Atlanta) wasn't there to begin with and won't be any more in the future.

But the thought came to me... One day I could have to go back.... if that were to happen I wouldn't work under a fat lazy dispatcher.