For 11 years, I worked as a dock worker at FedEx Freight, grinding through brutal shifts in an unheated warehouse, where the cold wasn’t just a temperature—it was a test of endurance. During the winter season, we layered up, battled freezing winds, and huddled wherever we could find warmth. Our fingers cracked, our energy drinks turned to slush, and the nights felt endless. In this episode of Private Memoirs of a Desperate Man, I reflect on the relentless grind of freight work during the coldest months, the brotherhood formed in the struggle, and why I’ll never take a climate-controlled job for granted again.