Well, It's been a eventful month. I arrived home after training for 2 weeks driving over the road with Roehl Trainers. I had (2) different personalities to deal with (Learn from). I did exactly as told and made it home alive and without loosing my cool. Both my trainers were from Deep South. I on the other hand am from Upstate NY. Needless to say I kept it ALL BUSINESS. Small chat was about them not me as they really did not care who I was or what I was about. I was there just to supply them with the miles and a $50 dollar bill each day.. I felt like a cash cow and feel I was just that to them... Days passed and nights passed each running into the next. My alone time was spent in the restroom and walking to and from the truck. NO PRIVACY... At times I thought to myself "What the hell are you doing here man". I soon slipped into the TRAINING Frame of mind again and manned up. I found myself shutting out the personal thoughts and just thought about driving....Mornings were a hurry to the bathroom caring for my toothbrush and personals in pocket and grabbing a quick coffee then to the truck to my waiting Trainer to perform the ritual PTI to his aggravation and non praise... "Hurry UP".... "You do your LOG YET?" "What you waiting for man".. "Com ON "... ya, ya ya... I never was ahead of their comments... This went on for the 2 weeks... I was pushed to the max but never lost my cool... I almost showed my ### 1 time but then I thought to myself... Whats the point of explaining myself.. He don't really care.... So....I sucked it up and bit my tung and was a better man for it. I made it home eventually... At the truck stop where I was dumped I met my wife who literally dragged me out of the cab as I finished up my log book... I had texted her from the road and she knew my state of mind and just wanted me out of there... I said SEE YA to the trainer and climbed into the car... A CAR I said to myself... This seems so small... I was riding and not driving too... It felt queer to set so close to the ground... My wife kept looking at me... I had a 1/2 grown in beard (I shave every day at home) and was 2 days short of a shower too.... FRESH off the god forsaken road.... Tattered and beaten by the scornful words from my trainers... I felt like a elephant in a Circus... I can't really blame the trainers as they see so many students , 1 after the other so what do you expect? A FRIEND? no way my good people... I was # 246 of the year that is all... The following morning I awoke and looked around my bedroom and noticed I was alone as my wife had left for work without waking me... I was alone... I walked into the master bathroom and looked at the shower, sink and my vary own personal TOILET! EUREKA I thought to myself but then I turned and gazed at the road carrying case I had my personals in... A instant scary feeling came over me and I quickly glanced away.... The ROAD... Thats rite.... I got to go back in 4 days.... But I'm home ... Here ... See... This is my home bathroom..... I ..... I, I have to do something.... I need to get a local job.... I can't go back out there.... So after showering and dressing I set out to find a local driving job... all in 4 days..... I spent the morning hours preparing a nice cover letter and resume and was ready to go out and start.... I jumped into the pickup and pulled out of the driveway..... This should be easy I thought to myself... I turned on the radio and tuned in to my local music station.. It had been 2 plus weeks with no tunes so this was a treat for me... I stopped at a local mini mart and grabbed a coffee to get my sprites up and zestful.. I was ready to sell.... I pulled into the 1st local stop and rang the door bell of the dispatch office... The door......... (to be continued)...