Limited Options

Working my way south to make my delivery in Garysburg, NC. They have a preplan on me that picks up in Williamsburg, VA and delivers in Charlotte today. But there's no way I could deliver on-time. This has me considering whether or not I'd be willing to deliver tomorrow. As much as they've left me sitting this week, that's unlikely. My first thought was that I'd just about rather give them their truck back.

Then reality set in. Something I thought about yesterday when I was sitting at the shipper and fuming. I couldn't quit my job if I wanted to. I don't have a home to go home to. I have nowhere to stay while I looked for another job. This truck is the closest thing I have to a home.

So essentially it occurred to me that I have limited options. I suppose that means that I'm commited here and have no real choice but to see things through. I always knew this in the back of my mind, but it was sobering to look it in the eye, so to speak.

I guess in the end my only real option is to shut the fuck up and do as I'm told.