It's been six years and 6 months since I've last been on this forum. Since then I've finished highschool, earned my CDL, and finished three months at community college. I've seen the inside of a jail cell, worked with dangerous people, and managed teams of adults. I had the opportunity to live on my own, come back to dependence, and successfully move out on my own. A lot has happened since the last time I've visited this site.
I never graduated; I dropped out in January 2013, got my G.E.D in February, moved to Cedar Rapids, and my CDL in March. I never did though get a trucking job. Just went ahead and failed drug tests for employees that wanted to hire me. I don't remember anymore what I wanted to do. I always wanted to just work and expected it to happen naturally. My friend and Neighbor, Rob, got me a job at a residential treatment center a few blocks from our apartment. We would teach traumatized teenagers how to have healthy relationships and maintain safety. It goes without saying that it involved a lot of physical restraints. I really enjoyed that gig. I may still be working there today had I not been arrested for pot. Since all of the information regarding my arrest is public, I was officially terminated from Four Oaks.
The months following I was pretty low. My days were filled with playing league and sleeping. I had a buddy that walked out on us a couple months before I was let go. We hung out a lot while I was unemployed. He helped me get a job at the new place he was working at. A call center working Verizon Residential treatment. He told me I'd just be talking to people on the phone all day trying to sell them stuff. Ryan always talked about how it was like a game to be on the phone's.
I worked at TLC for a little more than a year. After three months, they had promoted me to a manager's position, with a team of 20 people. This was the best job I could have asked for at the time. Very laid back, cool people. Something changed though. I felt very targeted since getting arrested and was pretty fearful of losing all my freedoms. I also just really didn't know where my motivations were anymore and I didn't necessarily like Iowa City too much.
I came back to my home town for about 6 months. Worked in the same grocery store I had worked at in Highschool until the disrespect from the people who worked there was too much. I was unemployed there for 2 months before my Cousin called me asking if I wanted to be his roommate where he was living in Colorado. My first months here were a lot of fun. Blew through all my savings before getting a Supervisor position at Wendy's. Food business sucks though. I quit that to work at a call center where I'm currently working.
I'm back on this forum to post. Maybe reflect.
Subject: My Return 
