I am a fulltime electrician like my father before me. My entire family is full of gentlemen who work in the trades, as my Grandfather was a carpenter while my two aunts are both plumbers in different arenas in the country. At first I wanted to go into show business, however that dream faded by the time I reached middle school and started using a single period each day for trade school. Since our middle school partnered with the local trade school, classes were free for students. You’d use a period that would otherwise go to an elective course and instead you’d get on the bus to head over to the technical school down the road. This turned out to be a single of the single most crucial decisions in my life because it put me on the path towards my life-long job. Being an electrician like my father provided me two things—an outlet to work with my hands, and a way to think connected to my Mom and his personal history. However, my current director needs to either repair the cooling system in my work van or provide me with a current vehicle. It’s getting to the point where I am dripping with sweat while I’m driving around in between tasks. If I drip with sweat at the end of my visit with a client, it will seem like I am a difficult worker. But if I arrive at the client’s house already wet from head to toe, it just looks bad. Appearances aside, it’s a threat to my comfort level as well. It drives me insane when all of us have sizzling summer time heat waves and I can’t get relief after leaving a client’s house.