And my answer to all of them is, prove it! Prove how smart you are compared to me. You can't.
I never understood this big thing about college and getting a degree. I left high school to join the National Guard. But when I was told that it's not a fulltime career, I let all the air out of the jeep tires in the compound, ran like a cat out of hell, and never looked back.
I was given a job at the local teamster office licking envelopes and faking ballots. After 15 years I was finally inserted into YRC as a mole. When I met Zollars I fell in love, and would have gladly given up my union for him. But he never even gave me a second look. Then I was fired for subversive activites, which actually included stealing his briefcase twice. I just wanted some memento of the man.
Now I hate him and YRC. Yes, hate. Hate it, hate it, hate it!