For me, living the freight dog life was living a life in its most pure form. The only thing I had to do or decide for myself was to put on my own pants, and decide on what to have for dinner. Everything else was either pre-arranged or done for me. . . I was told when to sleep and told to wake up. I was driven directly to my airplane's stairs, then driven directly to the hotel when at destination. I did not have to wash dishes, make a bed, or gas a car . . . no bills in the mail to fetch or complaints to listen too. . . life was pure.
Last edited by L-38; 18th September 2015 at 09:17.