Reflective Essay

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in water in a basement and I thought it can’t be all this bad all the time, when after a year of it I saw no end in sight. My job was now to be demoted back to a hobby building what I loved to build Tables, clocks, and all kinds of furniture. I found out I wasn’t a carpenter but a furniture maker and that is where I left it, a simple furniture maker in my spare time, a lovely hobby.

I had to find a new line of work. What could a boy do without his high school? I found many jobs, most I enjoyed very much but none that would or could support the life I wanted for myself and a family I would have some day. I tried landscaping; laying sods, planting flowers and trees, that sort of thing. Again there’s no money unless you have the money to start your own business. This brings us or me to my next several jobs, being my own boss. I was nineteen nearly twenty when I figured why not be your own boss so I asked around and soon found myself buying knock off designer shirts. I could sell them for a fraction of the price that the companies could and make some money. After a summer doing that and making good money I found out that these companies don’t like you selling clothes with their names on them. Who could blame them! Quickly I got myself out of that business and went back to carpenter work along with painting on my own. This seemed good at the time I was busy and making money, when a bunch of fiends of mine decided to move to BC, I jumped at the chance.

I soon found myself in Port Coquiltlam, twenty minutes of Vancouver laying sods of all things, soon I would be a carpenter’s helper, building retaining walls with the highway and then settling in as a shipper receiver. After several months of this I became bored once more and realizing that’s there is no money in this field either. An opportunity came along after a couple of months to become an electrician, once again I found myself doing another job I loved...