Your rights under OSHA 11(c)

This is exactly what has worked in my favor recently, having landed the best opportunity of my career thus far. Should I feel bad? No, not for myself ,and not for the people who depend on me. But for the people who are qualified, but who are passed up... yeah, I feel bad. But again, at the expense of the people who depend on me, I'm not gong to tell the boss, you should have hired them and not me. That's just my mode of thinking though. I'm kind of cut-throat like that. Cut-throat enough to see it when all the dots line up as perfectly connected when a lawsuit exists...

But that's the thing. We could have a clear cut scenario with legal violations. Nobody will take the case unless there is money to be made in it. Attorneys are capitalists first and foremost. Nobody is motivated by altruistic reasons. Nobody will work for free. Even a pro-bono lawyer stands to profit by the free, good publicity of a high-profile case.

 

I can see the connection between the introversion in being a techie nerd, and the introversion in putting in a good, long shift as a driver. There's nothing that makes me feel more sound mentally, than putting in a solid 12 hours and speaking to nobody the entire shift. Just the hours reflected in my paycheck... the time just passes by and the work gets done. The hours are filled.

 

Yeah, unfortunately my last job had a camera in the truck, so they probably caught me having dissociative, hallucinatory experiences while pushing past 14 hours on duty, between 3 and 5AM, somewhere around Sacramento. Talking to myself. Losing my mind in the cacophony of voices from the BBC World Service radio programs, the excess of coffee sweetened with artificial sugars, the only social interaction I'm getting is in the form of listening to these strange British voices 6500 miles away 8 timezones ahead of me... You'll find me going completely insane someday, listening to shortwave radio "numbers stations" and radio static , trying to decipher the coded messages, all hopped up on six cups of the darkest coffee one can pull from the depths of a pot that had been sitting for days at a time, at some gas station. It's a survival mission sometimes.

As for those voices catching up with me, they're always just a half step behind me, and I'm evading them only for the moment. When they strike, better look out. Haha, know what I mean...