In my 15 years here, I don’t think I’ve ever felt respected by the company. Appreciated, yes, many years ago. But respected as a driver, no. I used to do a lot of training when new programs and equipment came out. I did it because I like to train people and I think I’m good at it. Now, I won’t train a new driver. I offer management an idea I have and that’s the end of the conversation. They don’t need me or my ideas. I come in every night, do my job to the best of my ability and go home. No more, no less. Call me jaded. I guess life has taught me to feel this way.