The Michael Swayne Story V: King of his Castle

Hi.

So, a ton of crap has happened.

Some crap is good. It shows that you have processed stuff/are in the action of processing stuff.
A whole dump truck full of crap...eh...maybe not so much. I mean, it feels like it just continues to pile up, and my shovel has been taken from me, and instead I was handed a teaspoon.

So there's that.

The last time I wrote in this was nearly fourteen months ago. It's not that I didn't have anything ...

I know the title may make you think that I am quitting this site, but trust me, I'm not.

I quit working for Aetna Building Integrations. After 3.5 months of working my butt off, I found out what kind of person the boss is, and decided that I couldn't do it any longer. I can't work for people who preach teamwork, but then when it comes down to it, is only thinking about themselves. I tried to stick it out and hope that it would change for the better, but it didn't and it wasn't ...

I know the bad grammar in the title, but I don't care. I am too tired to do so.

I quit working at the Messenger. Actually, quit is too harsh a word for it. I was there for more than a decade, so I didn't quit. I resigned. It seems more dignified. More professional. I resigned from my position at the Messenger. After last week's route where I didn't finish it because I ran out of time and had to be at GE, I realized that I couldn't do it any longer. Better for them to find ...

I apologize for not writing more often. I had plenty to write about, but I just haven't had time to do it. The reason being that work has been brutal lately. For a couple weeks, we would arrive at 7am (the normal starting time), and not leave until midnight or later. Thankfully, the project that kept us working late is finally finished. It gave me a lot of overtime pay (I had a check of $600+ one week, as opposed to my normal being just under $300). But it also gave me some body conditioning ...

So last night, I was in bed at nearly 1am, resting after a romp around the bedroom with a friend, when I received a message on my phone from a different friend. He initially tried calling me, but I don't answer the phone after 9pm, so I simply messaged him back asking what was up. He asked if I had a vehicle, because he was needing picked up in Hillsboro (about 30 miles away). He was at the sheriff's department, and needed a ride home, because his car had been impounded. I asked him for gas ...