Jeremy

13 years past last Thursday, and my last little evil will have a footprint on her little behind. At that time I will be flying off to parts unknown, and living MY American dream of seeing the country, and pretending I never really existed. Parenthood has been ok, and I am sure that when I write a novel someday they will have given me such wonderful fodder (and if I am really lucky the book will pay for my travel expenses and retirement) but the fact of the matter is I will be screaming all the way … I have done my bit for King and Country it is now your world, that I leave … ha ha ha ha ha. I have made so many wonderful friends over the many years that I hope to see all of them before I go, and the Winnebego might be the very means to escape the East coast and head west, probably forever. Is it a dream … well Hell Yea, but it’s my damn dream and I’m keeping it!!

My job had potential, or so I thought. It was after I ended up injuring myself at work in the typical workaholic, can’t kiss an ass to get support way that some of us do, that I realized … what is in this for me. I now have a bad back, my hours were cut down to nothing, my pay was decreased and I have hardly a thing to show for it except the resentments of other co-workers half of the time. You know the idiots who think you work less than they do, and heaven forbid I got hurt cuz most of them are useless. The beauty of it all is this … As they are clamoring for me to get off light duty so I can go back to being the company slave, I am waiting to get off light duty so I can get a better job … ha ha ha ha