So Im all but officially a college graduate. Im the first generation in my family to get this honor (irony? My cousins kids, only a couple years older or younger than me, beat me chronologically, but even the best my brothers did was an associates.

So what happened today? Well, I was scheduled to go in and get in a truck, finish moving in that is, and hmm it aint there. Wheres my truck? Oh, its almost back. We needed it for an emergency, a guy broke down. Oh well, he gets back and they figure out his trucks down for a week minimum. So the boss and the Safety guy go and try to figure out what to do.

The verdict comes down: the college graduate, with the student loans, $7000 in credit card debt, etc, gets to stay part time only.

WTF?

So, Im given a choice to starve to death hoping theyll give me a run or two a week, max, or say fuck you and quit. Show of hands: whatd I do?

Im gonna put out some apps, work on some art (got a great vid of my burning company hat I just made tonight) and hopefully find a way through.

Whered it come from? He tried to peg it on two things: a flameout I had at the end of last summer at a shipper down in Galveston, and my frazzled state two weeks ago.

The thing in Galveston, truth be told, was BS. They didnt like the fact I was pointing out they didnt have their shit together and so they made it look like I was tearing the place apart or something.

The other week? After class, all day, I ran up to the yard, hopped in a truck, drove to El Paso, got two hours sleep, drove back, and I think he asked me something about a what I had going on in class or something, and so I said, I dont know Im a little frazzed right now. So now Im unreliable?

He pointed out I couldnt remember the incident as further proof of my instability. What did you ask me, Rick? I DONT REMEMBER. So, Hes not unstable or anything, huh?

Oh, and for further proof he pointed out I was getting upset over being fired from a job I needed in a down economic turn (whatever that shit means, bunch of fucking Wall Street Faggots can burn in hell). I hope I win the lottery, Ill buy out his two main customers, can him, and see how emotionally stable he is.

No, What REALLY happened was after running two more El Paso runs for him that weekend, I went to say hi to a friend of mine with the company I hadnt seen in, oh, six months Ill bet. So, he says to me, Dont you work anymore? and I kid back, Nah, I figured you guys could use the extra miles to keep your fancy such and such Carl Beeman, the biggest cocksucker the world has ever seen (he drives a white and lime green Peterbilt for LRC Trucking of Los Lunas, NM, if you ever want to let him know how you feel) says, Youre just a fuckin part-timer, we dont give a fuck about part timers.

He hit a nerve. I say to him, You know, Carl, I got to sell my car this semester just to make it through.

SO?

WTF?

Im down 3,000 miles a month right now.

I wasnt saying youre not hurting, just saying I am too. And dont act like Im not.

So, Brownnoser the dicksuck went to his butt-buddy Rick and now I have no job. Funny how that works out.

Anyway, I have my one note of happiness: everyone in the office was stunned. I bet if every day was a rainbow right now, a couple of them might think of telling Rick to fuck off too. I was one of the best drivers that fat, ignorant, lazy, stupid old man ever had around, and he pushed me out the door.

Good job, jackass.

BTW, Ill be sure when (yeah I said WHEN) I make my trucking movie, Im gonna name the assholes in it Rick and Carl. And Ill name you fuckers in the credits.

Stay tuned for more, cause Im three beers down and I dont drink so Im pretty bad off.

*Special thanks to Microsoft Word, whose spellcheck kept this from becoming unintelligible.

LOL, spellcheck gets red-lined. Now thats Funny.