I'm determined to get these damned stylesheets incorporated into every page on this site. Even if it makes me insane. When I check the site with different browers I get some funky results. It's so frustrating. The site looks fine in IE and Netscape 6. Older versions of Netscape can't read this journal page. I'm going to play around with it some more today. There must be a happy medium, right? This is Zack's fault for pulling my site up on his new Sparc box.

Have I mentioned that I quit my job? The trucking company I worked for lost their insurance and couldn't get anyone to write them a new policy. I guess that's what happens when one of your drivers rolls a brand new cement mixer. Do you have any idea how much a new mixer costs? Try $150,000 and up.

For the moment my occupation is "domestic goddess." I'm so bored. I'm so bored that I can't even keep up with the laundry. And you know that Zack and I go through soooo many clothes every day. I'm looking for another job. It's hard when your only real talents are driving heavy machinery and surfing the internet. I could get a job driving trucks in a heartbeat. But the real money in trucking is in over the road. I'm married, so that's not an option. City work involves bumping docks and loading/unloading stuff. Can you picture me delivering beer to seedy convenience stores in south Dallas? Me either. I'm considering a few options. I may try and get on as a temp driver with FedEx ground. They took over RPS, the company I used to drive for. I wouldn't mind pulling doubles again. I might even give P&D a try. I am so blue collar.

I've written to the Dallas Institute of Funeral Service for information on their study program. I could be a funeral director, I think. Who knows? Maybe I'll give it a go.

If all else fails I could become an armored truck driver. I've already got everything you need to drive an armored truck... except for a lack of self preservation. Dammit! That whole not-wanting-to-get-killed-on-the-job thing always screws me over in the end.