My brother and I owned & operated a small trucking company for the past 30 years, hauling primarily petroleum, dry bulk, and flat beds. I left in June, after 30 years of wondering in the back of my mind if today was the day we would cause significant bodily harm, death, or extensive waterway pollution due to a vehicle mishap. In November, my brother decided he'd had enough, and shut the thing down.
I recently took a job as an estate caretaker, and since it's Winter, when there isn't any estate work to do, I work as a grunt / gopher with the crew restoring a late 1700s farm house on the property. I'm on the move almost all the time, and should be able to shed years of desk bound inspired baby fat along the way. I LOVE the job. Instead of a daily 23 hours of taking calls such as "I backed into a brand new Lexus," or "I'm in back alley Newark and have a flat tire" or "It's 2 am and I'm stuck on the ice going up a hill on I 90" my worst day now should be "I ran out of gas for the lawn mower and have to go get more." At 16:30 or whatever, I walk away from the job, and go home. I don't have to bring the job home and be on call via cell phone 24/7 like before.
I'm Lovin' it.
