After eight months, I got laid off from my trucking supervisor job.
I ended up taking a new job that was way beneath my pay grade.
What do I mean by that?
Used to be I’d unload 11,000 trucks a night with a workforce of 250 Teamsters. This new job, when I got there, they were unloading—get this—two trailers a night using eleven guys.
I was like, Really? Okay. No problem.
I made some changes right off. Time was, I used to unload six trailers a night by myself. Eleven guys to do two felt like overkill to me. So I scaled those eleven guys back to seven.
Man, I still look back on that job and it makes me smile. I learned how to delegate. Most of my job was walking the floor and building consensus with my team. It was great.
Then one night, I saw this woman who worked for the same company. We met face to face at a gathering and I knew then I was going to marry her. No kidding.
Three months later, we were married.
Thirty-one years later, we’re still married. With two great kids and five wonderful grandkids.
If there’s a moral to this story, I guess it’s that things happen for a reason.
Experience has taught me not to get in the way of that