To: Bilow who wrote (77727 ) 10/29/1999 11:28:00 AM From: Dan3 Respond to of 1578098
Re: definite low-life ... OT OT First jobs are often the best (and least glamorous). I worked at a gas station as a pump jockey / junior mechanic in high school and on and off, part time / full time, for several years after that. I had the privilege of working with an incredible group of people there. I think I learned more about chemistry, hydraulics, electronics, and mechanics when I was really working hands-on with the stuff than I ever learned in school. We had one guy who had been an auto mechanics teacher, but quit because he couldn't stand the lack of interest on the part of the students. Another was a chemical engineer who couldn't get decent work anywhere else because he was black (this was 60's/70's). Another grew up somewhere in the appalachian mountains, rarely spoke, and could diagnose problems by listening to an engine for 10 seconds more accurately than any of the rest of us could with 30 minutes on a scope - he left to become an airline jet engine mechanic. But the flip side was a disfigured guy who'd been a POW in Germany during the war - who would leave wierd pornagraphic magazines lying around - and left for his dream job of public school custodian. Another claimed to be a part time pimp - and was occasionally visited by some of his "staff" members. Two brothers who showed up one day looking for work - were generally offensive rednecks - and disappeared together with a good portion of the station's tools one day. Booker was the black chemist, and the older of the two brothers (whose last names were Crow) used to taunt and insult him until he'd finally call out to me, "what color is a crow?", then all hell would break loose. It was the best job I ever had. Regards, Dan