During, and right after the end of my CRST contract, JB Hunt courted me like I was the hottest piece of ass in Indiana. Thanks to the due DILIGENCE of folks here, I was able to outmaneuver these JB Hunt scum bags at their own game. Since I had already lined up my next driving position, I allowed JB Punk recruiting to run with some of my info etc. Oh Yes, Oh Yes, Oh Yes, no problem, no problem blah blah blah. Right up to the day that I would have left for orientation. All of a sudden. Problems. Of course. MY problems. Nastiest snake oil salesmen that I have ever had the displeasure of knowing. Not a day has passed and I stumbled in to the tanker world, that I haven't expressed a heartfelt thanks to JB Punk for screwing me over. I think that shining moment has defined my having a great career, instead of flaming out amongst that filth. (that IS JB Hunt filth) And they still call me every week. Always comes in Private Call. That should tell you something there.
If my own situation had not happened. I would have probably felt that there was a bit of whining etc, going on here. But, after having been through it personally. I raise my right hand and swear "They are really THAT BAD!" Your Honor. Oh yeah, back to the topic; During the physical examination, the position assumed for the prostate check should be the position that you become accustomed to for the remainder of your employment term. A "super size" KY Jelly bottle might make things a bit more comfy.
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