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.
Well at least I don't have to install drywall for a living. :whistlingI may know some of your family if they worked in the Virginia Beach area. My wife has been in drywall for the past 25 years, and my son for about 12. I got into OTR trucking after retiring from the navy, and eventually found my way into finishing/hanging when I sold my truck. I am more into repair/ tie in work these days. You are right....it does get into your blood
I've always been surprised how many college grads or former office types wind up in the trades. But when talking to them and thinking about it, I think most of them probably would have wound up there anyway.It chose me. Its the only way Ive found that I can provide for my family. Had an office job; went into debt a little more every year.
Ain't that the truth. And people that get out of it sometimes find their way back and are happy, wonder why they ever left. And when they think about leaving it....."to where? and do what?" Work pt at hd/lowes or a lumber yard? Factory? Retail? This is it. But if we enjoy it, there could be far worse places to be stuck.It's in my blood!....I don't know nothing else..And It's too late to learn something new.
I have that same hammer! :thumbsup:I'm going to say I was thrown to the lions early...... There's some serious technique being applied here
Cool story. It would be great to build some furniture for your kids. When my mom died, my dad went to the School Of the Redwoods and started building furniture like crazy. He's gone now but all five kids have 2 or 3 pieces of his furniture and they are treasured.It must have, because I don't remember ever consciously choosing it.
I remember being pretty young (around 12 maybe) and helping my dad build a shed with scraps we got from construction sites, and being a little surprised that I had a much better eye for how to fit the scraps of siding together than he did.
Then a couple years later I helped a guy who built a big addition on our house, and enjoyed it. The builder told my dad I had a real knack for it, and was a good worker, and he actually got me to help him part time on some other jobs, so that encouraged me to want to do more.
My first full time job, which I started on my 17th birthday, was working for a friend who built log homes. I worked for him for almost 12 years. I loved the work, and I guess it never occurred to me to do anything else. All of a sudden I woke up and was past 30, married with kids, and still had never had a real job. Don't see ever changing.
I figure I'll always be building something for somebody.
I love chit like that.Cool story. It would be great to build some furniture for your kids. When my mom died, my dad went to the School Of the Redwoods and started building furniture like crazy. He's gone now but all five kids have 2 or 3 pieces of his furniture and they are treasured.
Just curious. Is that why you titled yourself BucketofSteam?Let's see, I worked in a factory and lost that job.
Worked in an office setting got fired due to personal clashes with co workers.
Got a job with a contractor worked there for almost a year and now I'm doing day labour for whoever I can find.
So yeah, it's the one thing where I can't step on anyone's toes. No matter what I do I always end up on a roof, or tearing wet dry wall out of some house.