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I really should be working
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This came across my YouTube feed.
I remember the garbage guys throwing cans. As a dirt poor kid I remember aspiring to being one of those guys. Then I figured out I could make a little more money as a construction laborer than working in the fields. 110° in the fields or on a site was still 110°. Construction during the day, washing dishes at night till midnight. Long hard days. No more time for school by 16. I out worked every MF'r wearing nailbags. But I was told my kind could only be laborers or cement men.
Thankfully the military still needed people at the tail end of Vietnam. Got my GED, scored high on my ASVAb and got off the path my friends were on. In the military my background didn't matter. Only my work ethic.
A decade+ later a buddy offered his couch (me going through a divorce) and an insurance job 3 hours away. Culturally a world away. Changed my life!
Decades later I am so grateful for this career. I can do what I do from anywhere I have a cell signal. I pick my clients, i choose the days and hours I work. I exert more physical energy doing volunteer projects than working. I own more construction tools than business tools. The Wife and I just decided on a wim, over wine and apps at the tap room, to fly to the East Coast for a week to see the granddaughter. I can work from anywhere. We get paid ridiculous money for very little effort compared to some guy slinging garbage cans of our shit for a living.
I respect this guy. I don't want to be him anymore. Hell, I couldn't be him anymore. But I have been him, and I respect the hell out of working men striving. Taking a shot, reaching up, wanting more than you are supposed to want.
I remember the garbage guys throwing cans. As a dirt poor kid I remember aspiring to being one of those guys. Then I figured out I could make a little more money as a construction laborer than working in the fields. 110° in the fields or on a site was still 110°. Construction during the day, washing dishes at night till midnight. Long hard days. No more time for school by 16. I out worked every MF'r wearing nailbags. But I was told my kind could only be laborers or cement men.
Thankfully the military still needed people at the tail end of Vietnam. Got my GED, scored high on my ASVAb and got off the path my friends were on. In the military my background didn't matter. Only my work ethic.
A decade+ later a buddy offered his couch (me going through a divorce) and an insurance job 3 hours away. Culturally a world away. Changed my life!
Decades later I am so grateful for this career. I can do what I do from anywhere I have a cell signal. I pick my clients, i choose the days and hours I work. I exert more physical energy doing volunteer projects than working. I own more construction tools than business tools. The Wife and I just decided on a wim, over wine and apps at the tap room, to fly to the East Coast for a week to see the granddaughter. I can work from anywhere. We get paid ridiculous money for very little effort compared to some guy slinging garbage cans of our shit for a living.
I respect this guy. I don't want to be him anymore. Hell, I couldn't be him anymore. But I have been him, and I respect the hell out of working men striving. Taking a shot, reaching up, wanting more than you are supposed to want.
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