« Last post by m_fumich on April 24, 2017, 11:11:55 PM »
Figured I'd start fresh at tell you all what I've been up to.
The veterans here know I was driving a truck. I actually got to meet many of your from the east coast to the west coast. I discovered that the isolation of driving a truck can lead to some undesirable mental issues. I started obsessing about minor things. Some good, some bad. I'm more of a clean freak now than I ever was. That is the good thing. I started obsessing about things like the environment which is not necessarily a bad thing. I recycle like nobody's business. I'll take stuff home from Taco bell to put it in the recyle can. I pick up soda cans other people tossed in the parking lot and put in the recycle can. Earlier this year I nearly went off on a class of college students because someone put a plastic bottle in the trash when the recycle bin was right outside the door. Throwing away paper isn't such a big deal although recycling would be great. They grow trees in LA, MS, AL and other states like the grow corn in Illinois. But DON'T PUT METAL, GLASS, OR PLASTIC IN THE TRASH. Anyway, living in isolation on the truck, I developed an "I don;t give a shit" attitude and it caused me to piss off some friend here and I regret that immensely.
I drove a truck until Jan 2014. I was in Cheyenne, WY on Jan 4th of that year and I fell and broke my shoulder. I didn't know it was broken at the time. I got home 2 weeks later and my shoulder was still hurting so my wife suggested I go to Ortho. That's when I discovered my left should was broken. I was in no hurry to recuperate since my OAC insurance was paying me $100 per day, 7 days a week. My doctor was kinda pissed that I wasn't getting better faster. I'm not sure why he was so upset. He wasn't paying for my OAC benefits. During my recuperation, my wife got used to me being home and told me to find a job that kept me home. My driving career was over and my weekly pay has never gotten back to what I was making as a driver. That's life.
I went back to doing computer work. I went to work for the company that bought the company I was working for in 2004. Many of the people I worked with back then were there in 2014 so that gave me an advantage. It didn't take long and I was doing some of the training.I wasn't making any more many than working at a bench but I liked the respect I was given. It's nice to be appreciated by your coworkers. I ended up leaving that job after someone filed a complaint against me. Although the complaint was refuted by a supervisor, the agency I was working through refused to call the supervisor. I didn't really care, I hated working in that place. Management lied to us time and time again. It wasn't long after that I went to work a contract job with FedEx. I had friend there as well that I've known since my computer days back in 2004 and before. I worked the FedEx job starting in 2015 and left in 2016. There was a set time frame for the job no matter how well you did, when your time was up, you left. The product line I was on was going through some changes so they ended my contract early.
2015 was my first year as Santa. The jolly fat man. I had let my beard grow out and kept getting called Grizzly Adams and Santa Claus so I decided to see about being a Santa for hire. Turns out there is a Mid-Southern Santa Society. I had a pretty good first year and made about $3700 between Thanksgiving and Christmas. My goal for the 2016 season was to double that and I did it. My goal for 2017 is to make $10,000 during the "Santa Season." When my contract with FedEx ended in July 2016, my wife and I decided I would not look for a regular job. I looked but not seriously. I drew my UE benefits and did my best to have a full blown Santa Season. I didn't want to turn down mid day appearances because I had to be at work. I could make more in 2 hours as Santa than I could all day at a regular 9-5 job. The math was easy.
Other things were happening during all this. My wife had alread y been involved in animal rescue. I had been helping here when I came home from driving a truck. Once I quit driving, I got more involved. I got the idea for a rescue fostering facility to aide animal rescues. In Feb 205, I filed for 502(c)(3) status. It took 2 years for my plan to really go anywhere but on the 2nd anniversary of my 50 filing, I spent the first night at my facility. I am renting an old water pumping station that was also a fire department. Ther is almost 7 acres here. The garage is where I keep the dogs each night. I put them in exercise pens outside when the weather is good. The down side is that the property is in a flood zone. That has only been an issue when the drain outside the building was clogged. It rained a lot the other day and half the garage flooded. The property owner and I are about to go a few rounds, He doesn't want to spend the money necessary to fix issues like the leaking roof. He's also a pack rat and he's still got tons of crap on the property. The lease says he will pay for any damages not the result of negligence of the tenant. I have no doubt we will end up in court. I have a plan though. I will file the papers just before the lease automatically renews. By the time he gets served, my lease will have extended and he can't just kick me out. Even if he fixes everything tomorrow, I will still sue due to the fact that I've paid rent and don't have full use of the property because he's got so much of his crap here, the roof leaks, and he hasn't fixed the electrical and the utility company won't turn on power. We're running off a generator. But being here was my best alternative. I won't go into the details about that though. I currently have about 30 dogs at my facility. Most are mine and I'm trying to get them adopted or transported to northern rescues where they have a better chance of getting good homes. My facility is not financially self supporting yet but I'm getting buy thanks to donors. I will be on better footing once the owner makes the necessary repairs, we have electricity, and he gets his junk off the property.
Someday I will get back to my tool collection, collecting vintage bicycles, and I will continue to rescue dogs. Oh, I've also lost about 75 lbs.