Still here, still in pain every single day.
My husband is an OTR trucker, gone about three weeks a month. I give him my dirty underwear for those long lonely nights. He brings them home crusty, in a bag.
I hate Linkedin and modern society. I want a job, you want an employee. Here’s what I can do. Will you hire me? Yes/no. It used to be that easy and it still should be like that. I hate all the b******* and extra steps attached to modern life.
