The gray area in life.

[Droopy]

I've been having trouble getting my hazmat endorsement renewed on my CDL. The endorsement and my license expire in October and I finally got around to talking to my boss about it last week. He told me not to sweat it. We don't haul hazmat in high enough quantities to have to report it. The endorsement is just company policy, and between me and him nobody else has to know that I won't have mine for a little bit while I get this sorted out.

One time I was out driving my personal vehicle and I accidentally bumped into someone's rear end. The woman who was driving the other car made a big stink out of it even though her car was only very slightly damaged. Just a little ding in her bumper. She refused to move her vehicle out of the intersection and called cops. I was admitting fault and I was trying to exchange insurance information with her, but she wouldn't have any part of it. So the cop got there and moved us out of the intersection. The lady was just pissed at me. She thought I hit her on purpose and she wanted the cop to write me a ticket. The cop made sure that I knew I was at fault and that I had insurance, but did not write me a ticket. The woman I hit didn't even bother to turn in a claim.

I did the same damn thing not too long ago, only this time I was in my big truck, but the damage to the other vehicle was about the same. I got to talking to the guy and I told him that if he would just get an estimate to get his vehicle fixed that I would give him that amount of money. He agreed to do it that way and not to call my company and get me in trouble. He also did not call the police. We exchanged contact information, but I never heard back from the guy.

Please post your gray area experiences in life.

[Haole Girl]

1. There is one gray area that comes to mind

An "A" earned, my frosh year in college, (as the final grade in a class) that I certainly did not deserve. I knew I'd blown the class. Even though my test scores did not add up to more than a "C" (and there were no essays or papers for that class) somehow I'd earned an "A". I never did go and ask about it. Since I earned a grade lower than I felt I deserved in another class, I felt it was justified (in some weird way).

Then, as the years went by, I started to feel very guilty about having a grade on my transcript I didn't truly earn.

A couple of years after school, that professor wrote a book and asked alumni for donations. I gave a small donation (to appease my guilt, I think). I made sure it was less than the amount required for my name to be listed as a contributor. That professor still added my name to the list in his book! I had two mysteries! lol

Sadly, the professor died a couple of years ago from a stroke without me ever knowing the explanation for that grade. If it happens again (which I doubt it ever would) I think I'll just "come clean" rather than live with all that guilt!!

[Droopy]

2. You don't need to feel guilty

I've had a similar thing happen to me in college. The class was really hard and nobody was doing well. Instead of giving everyone D's and F's the professor decided to grade on a curve. I was surprised as hell because I'd been praying for a C, just enough that I wouldn't have to take the class again, and I got an A.

And even if it was something other than what I described, I still don't think you should feel guilty.

[Haole Girl]

3. Thanks

That makes me feel a little better. :hi:

[Droopy]

4. A kick for the gray area

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