Friday, May 20, 2011 9:29:38 PM
My first job was my worst job. Right out of HS (1961) I worked as a painter's helper in a shop that finished aircraft parts. Every piece had to be wiped down multiple times with a solvent that ate through every kind of rubber gloves I could find, then it started working on my skin. Chapped hands? You don`t really know chapped hands like I do.
I joined the Navy, where I learned Electronics and that totally changed my life. 46 years continuous employment with five employers -- no breaks except for paid time off for vacations and an occasional sick day. All the job changes were my choices. Funny thing, too: I joined the Navy not knowing what they were going to have me do. I had two semesters of Electricity in HS and that qualified me for the Navy School. You never know what`s going to pay off for you.
Friday, May 20, 2011 6:57:12 AM
I'm a fisherman with a long line fishingboat.. i`m at sea for 2 weeks at a time without any sign of civilisation, home for 1-2 days, then back out. there`s not one machine onboard that can`t kill you, or at least take off your arm if you`re not careful.. we work in two shifts, 6 hours on, 6 off, round the clock.. However, we`re one man short, so every 4th shift is a 12 hour shift, with still only 6 hours off (that`s 18 hours out of 24).. we mostly fish between the Faroe Islands and Iceland, in the middle of the atlantic, 200 miles from land.. You can not imagine how bad the weather can get out there in the winter.. 80 mph winds and 25 foot waves... Oh, and there`s fish guts everywhere :S