So, as I've said before I was tired of working my butt off each and every single day. I was fortunate enough to land a series of good paying jobs, and
being the minimalistic miser that I am I had stashed enough money to pay off most of the debt my ex-wife placed on me leading up to the divorce.
Lesson learned boys and girls always keep bank accounts separate and never cosign loans in the name of love.
To then be able to place a
significant sum of money into savings. At which point I said eff it all, and took a hiatus from the grind.
I picked up an easy gig working as a groundskeeper at a nearby apartment community. Which is a thing now I guess.
Just to give myself something
to do, because I'm a working man g.d-it, and it was an easy way to make some money while just rolling around in a golf cart while practicing my old
man speeches about picking up after your dog, and not throwing trash on the ground.
It was fun, but alas it did not last. The property manager was a neurotic little lady who suffers a 24/7 woe-is-me pity party. So, everyone quit and
I'll be darned if I was left alone with that woman so I quit as well.
I spent about a month or so living by the philosophical cabin by the lake, going out to kick the can, and think about going to college, and if I were
what would I major in. Probably biology.
Or, if I wasn't going to go to school what would I use my GI Bills for, because most of the things I
want to take courses on I could just go back into the career I was in before taking a break and just pay for it out of pocket. So, it's either just
waste my GI Bills on something I could easily afford or just never hse the darned things.
Well, around the time I turned thirty at the beginning of this month I decided I needed to just work. I wanted a no BS job where I can work in a
setting I enjoy, and with the tools I love, and interact with customers on a daily basis. So, I went and got a job in a neighboring affluent city at
The Home Depot.
That's right. I love visiting Home Depot. Even if it's just to window shop. I pull up and park, and I'm greeted with a nice line of lawn mowers, and
as I walk past the men loading lumber and gardening supplies, through the automated doors I'm greeted by the fresh myriad of smells produced by all
the lumber, flooring, metal, and gardening supplies just waiting to be picked up, screwed, nailed, and glued.Giggity
So, I saw they had up big "WE'RE HIRING" signs, so I walked back to the managers office and told the guy sitting behind his desk I would love to work
at Home Depot. He said "Well alright!" He asked me if I knew anything about tools, and I said all of them. I've used ALL of them. He asked me if I had
any customer experience or sales experience. I told him nope, none at all, but that I could sell any man on an idea.
Well, that must have sold him on the idea of hiring me, because he told me to go online and apply for a sales position, and just a couple of days
later I got an e-mail saying I got the job.
reading the words of your new resident
Tim The Toolman
Home Depot Tool salesman.
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