Cool. I wanted to become a sparky a long time ago, back when I was younger and was looking for a trade. Ended up doing wood flooring with a guy since the Master I would have journeyed under was a complete and utter cockhead, and was about 2 hours late to the job a few days in a row. I should have tried again.
“May the wind always be at your back and the sun upon your face. And may the wings of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars.”
It's a good trade, it wasn't just Cohen-19 that made me go self employed, I rose from Journeyman to foreman and finally superintendant. I hated my life, always stressed, no life working 70 hours a week, cost me a marriage...
I just piddle around now a few days a week, drag my big dumb dog with me everywhere and won't wear a mask for anybody. I think my hair might be growing back
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