I got home and continued reading DMSMH, working part-time for $, and finishing up the semester. Classes and finals were done in early May and I was ready to drive up and spend some time getting some auditing. I drove back to the org and received some Book One auditing, but it really didn't do much for me, and wasn't what I was expecting. I was still very taken with and learning more about the Bridge, so I was overlooking the obvious red flags at the time towards the ultimate goal of "Total Freedom". As I learned more about the different services and the prices, I began to get discouraged. Where would I ever get that kind of money? Would I get more able and wealthier as I went up the Bridge? One would think so, just as I did. When I began voicing money as an obstacle, the recruitment cycle began. I was told all my training and services would be taken care of as long as I was on staff. I didn't have anything else really going on at the time. No family of my own, no career, no house, no debts, no reason not to try out being a staff member and moving on up the Bridge while helping the cause at the same time. So I did. A 5-year one.
I moved 100+ miles away from home and began as an HCO Expeditor in May 1991. I got my basic staff hatting and started the Purif. My twin bailed after about 2 weeks and I ended up finishing on my own. Seemed out-tech at the time but I just went with it, being new and not wanting to make waves. A staff member would sit outside the sauna and keep tabs on me during the time I was on my own. Never really experienced any heavy restims, but when the C/S said I was done, I took it that I was done.
Being an HCO Expeditor for me basically meant walking around downtown sidewalks and handing out OCA's (Personality Tests). I got to where I was handing out nearly 2000/day, and we were getting little to no response. I kept this up for about 5 months, and moonlighted delivering pizzas at night.
One night, I was taking a couple of pizzas up to a house and noticed that not many lights were on. It looked like no one was home but I rang the doorbell anyway. A voice yelled out from inside, "Wrong house!". I checked the address and street on the tag...I was at the right house. "Oh well", I thought, "wrong house.". As I was making my way back to the car, two young fellas were walking towards me and asked me if I had seen a little black puppy. I said that I hadn't. I told them that I would be delivering the rest of the night and that if I saw the dog that I would let them know. I put the pizzas on top of the car, sat down in the driver's seat, and began writing down their address and phone. When I went to get up and check what I wrote, I rose up into a fist crashing right into my face and knocking me halfway into the passenger's seat. By the time I gathered myself and could get up and look, they were both running back down the block, and one had grabbed the pizzas and was carrying them under his right arm all diagonal. I'm sure the pizzas were a mess, and so was my nose. I drove back to the store and had to tell the story to a police officer. When I told my CO about it, he made me read about the overt-motivator sequence and had me write up O/W's. He made me feel like what had happened was my fault and that I had done something to cause it or "pull it in". I was like, "Whatever...", but went along with it anyway keeping my eye on the goal of "Total Freedom".