2 Years of freight Forwarding boredom

So here we are again. The third post of what will hopefully become a long run melodrama of my life. The first post introduced us to what I like to call 'one of the worst'. 1999 has few memories I would like to remember but, as mentioned, these years are character building and I don't think I would trade places with anyone for all the wealth in the world. At any cost there is a story to tell.

After leaving Photography College in late 1999 I chose to take some 'Nengi time', or stone as it were. Many of my days were spent cruising around the secluded regions of my city limits suburb, smoking cones and pondering idle nothingness with acquaintances better left in the time of yesterday. I inefficiently bought my poison on a daily basis with my fellow pilgrims. Consuming only a days worth of supply as though the following day would prevail like most 'normal' peoples day's. I was wasting away in a repetitive cycle of over consuming illegality and drive-through burgers and fries. Who would have thought I had come to this? From being the bright son with all the possibilities (no offense to my dear brother) to a money squandering Nob head with a drug addiction. Perhaps I am exaggerating slightly but I still consider these days to be the start of something that would riddle my life for many years to follow. The cycle of daily 'car rotting' concluded for I was to become Employed, Full-Time. Those words every parent wants to hear. I sought full-time work for my own financial goals - Ta make a man out o yar. Frankly the thought of continuing school in my depressive state and lack of financing made me sick. The days of education and development were finished for good, or so I thought.

My place in the freight industry was established in such a simple way. I visited an employment agency and said "give me a job". Prestige and recognition were not my first priorities when considering employment so I took the first possible opportunity that came along - the freight industry. My first interview did not come to any fruition so I suggested the notion of doing some work experience. Before I knew it I was placed in the trusty hands of a small customs brokerage firm. The moment I entered the white fluro lit office I realised that this would be my place of employment for some time. My Initiation into the freight industry was conducted by an eccentric muzza, sporting a tie-die soccer T, who enjoyed the simple pleasures in life. Like compression locking the brakes on the poor little Barina. Lets just say eccentric muzza was eccentric. The Boss and The eccentric muzza weren't mates at the best of times so my sudden appearance worked out quite conveniently for all. I was suddenly entrenched in head-height paperwork and courier driving before I could say "Jee, how sucky is the freight industry?".

In short, my career as a runner in the Customs brokerage firm was fairly monotonous and plain work. It is easy to see how my work will one day be replaced by machines. These were possibly two of my most boring years (2000-2001).

So I'll end this post knowing that I wasted 2 years working in an industry that would haunt me for the next five or so years.

>>>By the way, I have decided that it will be to boring and time consuming for me to try recount my entire past. Instead I have decided to write what comes to my head. Sometimes it will be old accounts, sometimes new accounts and many times it will just be me pondering this brain I have been bestowed with.

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