My Dad started out in drywall at 15 working for his Brother and brother-n-law in the early 60s.. Those 3 guys created a whole family tree of drywallers ...I have relatives in 7 states of the union that do drywall all because of my uncles that started off in Florida in the 50s..
It's in my blood! Sometimes I hate It!....But most Times I love It! :laughing: I don't know nothing else..And It's too late to learn something new.
Rotating cast of characters
Some physical aspect
Critical thinking to get you where you need to be but a reliance on hand-eye coordination to accomplish the task
Most importantly, unlike virtually every other job I've had, if the power goes out my work still exists.
When I was a kid I built a tree house, got in trouble because it wasn't on our property . Lol. I was always taking things apart and rebuilding them. I worked with Dad but it was definitely in the blood.
My dad made a living with his hands as a plumber, welder, mason and home builder. I grew up on his Job sites as a kid. I mentioned it in another thread, but my dad built our house in NZ, we lived across the street while he built it and I spent a lot of time there as it was just across the street. I can also say that the first time I hit my finger with a hammer was when I was helping dad build our new house...If hammering a nail in an pc of scrap counts as building
It chose me, there have been a couple generations of carpenters of one sort or another in the family. Spent most of my childhood either tearing things apart or out in the woods building "forts" from tree branches.
It chose me, and I responded . I feel so much better producing something . Figuring things out, customizing , and leaving a signature . I love the fact that you are able to do things perfectly and go to bed at night knowing it's been done right . Also , being able to give it 110% and it pay off financially . In the great words of Aaron tippon , a working man's PHD.
My dad was a construction worker and a furniture maker. It gave me a love for wood and building. I used to work on boats as a young gal. I fell in love. Married. Had two kids. Home schooled them while running an art studio for the town low income kids. My own two children decided to try public school. I cold-called a cabinet maker and asked him to give me a shot at an entry level job in his shop and he did. The rest is history.
I wanted to get into journalism or photography. I also excelled at computer technology but one day I helped a friend's crew rip up a roof off and found I enjoyed it. Years later I found myself with a welding ticket and no work, I took a framing labour job to get by and I enjoyed the work.
I never intended to get into the trades but it just kind of happened.
It must have chose me, because I have never wanted to do anything els. Walking onto a job site is like coming home to me. My father was a contractor in Florida for 25-30 years I have 3 brothers and a 4 of us chose the construction field. It's pretty cool to think that any given day that we are all dealing with the same sh*t lol
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