how completely mortifying! the huntington bank hired me. it's a good thing. they sent for a consumer report. whatever. since the truck stop closed, they can't count my experience there. what the shit! you mean to tell me that i put a chunk of my life into that place and just because the owner skipped town, it's like i never worked there? i can't blame the man. he lost his business and retired to florida after 9/11. but don't tell me that i never worked there. that's bullshit! and then they sent me to the pathology lab and i couldn't piss. i was there for an hour. i drank eighty ounces of water. now i can't freakin' stop. this job had better be worth it.