I work, a great deal more hours than I was expecting to right now. The money is okay. The people I work with are strange mix indeed. Despite the variety of ex cons, young pups and old men that fill my night working in the trucking business - I have no freedom. It seems that every possible moment of my work day (most peoples bedtimes) is filled in by phone calls, reports and constant interaction. I am in no way blaming the men that work with me - I can imagine that they are as sick of their tethers as I am (perhaps even more so). I just wish there a way to handle all of this interaction with more precision. By sunup I have completed five major reports, monitored the dispatch and handled drivers problems for an assortment of clients. By the end of my day - I have completed at least three more major reports that are in essence the same reports only more information filled in. /sigh It is mind numbing. I'm exhausted and there are even points when my throat begins to hurt because I've talked so much throughout the night. (Can you believe that?)
All these trails of paper make me feel micromanaged and horribly inefficient.
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