First step when preparing to go back on the road is to quit your job.
On Monday I did just that.
I printed off a letter and left it on the table of one on the line-managers. I snuck out before I was seen.
I came back from delivery and was called into the office. This particular line-manager was afraid that he'd pissed me off the other week when he questioned me about how much time I'd booked against a particular job.
I gave my story. Yes there is so much internal politics/shit going on that I am not happy with and that the managers adopt the system of putting their heads in the sand rather than dealing with the issues but these are not the reasons for my quitting.
I'm going back on the road.
Here like nearly all mentalities in the Western world is that we work all our lives and save for a comfortable retirement. WTF.
My mum died at 60, a colleague at work, 45. Just 40 fuckin' 5 years old. What is the point in being well off at 65. You never know when your time is up. Live now and worry about old age later. Chances are you aint gonna get there anyways.
He must have told the other line-managers and the big boss but 4 days on and no one has said a dicky bird to me. Not even the union rep.
I have saved their sorry asses countless times, going out on extra delivery when everyone else favoured the comforts of the sofa and watching the tele.
So it just goes to show, we are always just part of the system. We are easily replaced.
I must serve a 4 week notice period but I gave them 8 weeks and a week or 2 after that I'll be back on the road. Date to be finalised.
There is quite a bit I need to do before I can do that but I made the first step. There is no looking back now!