Monday, July 7, 2008
On the job training
It occurs to me after reading over my last post that I failed to explain that I work as a carpenter building houses.
I originally got this job because the guy I was rooming with at the time was a full-time carpenter. I didn’t know much about building houses, but he assured me that the only skill I needed to know was not to shoot myself in the foot with the nail gun.
Since then I’ve learned that that isn’t exactly so, but I’ve been able to pick up a lot by way of on-the-job training.
I’ve worked for the same building contractor the past four summers. Last summer I even had my own crew, which meant I was able to make more money. This summer however, I’m getting a late start and won’t be able to work but a couple of months so I’m working for one of my former guys on his crew.
I don’t mind switching roles with him. He’s a sharp guy and knows his stuff. Pay cut is no fun though.
Naturally they nicknamed me “Doc” the first summer when I made the mistake of telling everyone I was pre-med.
And of course, everyone just assumes I’m going into gynecology. (Turns out to be the construction worker’s dream job.)
I get the usual ribbing like today during lunch break Bubba (who weighs about 300 lbs.) asked me if I would take a look at his hemorrhoids. Just as he feigned like he was about to drop his trousers right then and there I told him, “Hang on, I’ll do you one better. Let me get a blowtorch and heat up this screwdriver and we’ll just cauterize that bad boy.”