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This really doesn't surprise me, sadly. Going through school, there were at least three mentally unstable people in my group. And then once we got to actual driving, my "trainer" and I got into a shouting match at the hook in Dodge City because I couldn't do fucking anything right. I'm a very passive person and almost never stand up to people in authority, but that asshat drove me to full on screaming, in public, and not giving a shit who heard me.

Like yes, I know what I'm doing. But this is the third time in my entire life, including training, that I've had to back the truck under a trailer. I have a general idea what I'm doing, but there's millions of dollars of cargo at risk if I fuck up, and even the reefer and bed unit of the truck if I back at the wrong angle, so I'm gonna ask a damn question. I told him from the beginning "I'm still in training, and I want to be good at this. So I'm gonna ask a lot of questions." "Okay, that's why you're with me." and then every single question, that could have been easily answered with "yes" or "no" turned into why I couldn't just do shit on my own and why did I have to ask so many fucking questions and blah blah blah. "Hi. It's me. Brand new driver that hasn't even been on your truck in a week." It's not like I was repeating questions either.

Clearly, that didn't work out. So they put me with a second trainer. Four in the morning, after not being able to sleep because he kept hitting the fucking rumble strips, we're in the middle of Alabama and I'm at 9.5h on. I was on a 2-lane city street five minutes ago, and I can't remember when I got on the interstate. I wake him up, explain the situation, ask if we can stop for 30 minutes since it's almost his time to drive anyway and I'm not in a safe space. He berates me and yells at me for the next three hours about how I'm a shitty driver, then calls dispatch and tells them I refused to do my job because I was being a whiny bitch. At that point I started wishing I'd driven off into a fucking ravine while his ass was sleeping.

I've never in my life had an issue with a trainer, let alone two. Both of these drivers led me to wishing I'd killed them in there sleep, and I'm a relatively well adjusted human. So it's not a surprise at all that less mentally stable people can't take the pressure and actually snap.

I'm curious about this. How can you suddenly become allergic to something through a tick bite? I always thought that was something that was hard coded into you from birth, not something that could be 'introduced' like the flu.

PS: Don't let PETA find out about you.

Ahh, sorry gramps. Didn't realize you'd be here....

Yeah, the state wouldn't spend so much money on SO specific wings if they weren't in danger...

I knew a really, really old man that had said he was allergic to chocolate. He wasn't. He never had been. But he'd been saying since 4th grade or so, instead of just 'I don't like it.' He was in his 60's last time I saw him, and had been saying for so long that he would legitimately exhibit allergic reactions when he ate chocolate. I always kinda thought he was faking. Now, I'm not so sure.