Have you ever worked with a job that requires driving a diesel around? Like sometimes it goes “ RaaaaaaaRaRaRaaaaaaaa”. The first time I saw him I wasn’t sure if work will be hard and difficult because he didn't seem the most happiest or the most energetic person. But he had Blonde hair, blue eyes. About 6 foot tall. Pretty much the same body type as me but little more on the heavy side. He wore a pair of black boots that looked good enough for work boots and that will hold out for at least 3 years. He had a pair of white oaks that he doesn't admit wearing them. Of course he had to wear jeans and our official shirts and hats to work. I been told later he has been working there for t least a month since i was gone for school. Outside was warm and I already had some work in, the …show more content…
My truck was #18 and was running for me to start the day of my routes. I was sweating from the heat and using my strength to load something heavy for the shop. He wasn't rude when we met, maybe because I was nervous around new people at work. I have the same interest as what he does for work and as a mechanical person. He’s funny and good to be around but work gets hard and we need to be not in a good mood and focus.I change my perspective about him when we went to a couple of plumbing jobs together in his nissan van he had for work. He made a joke that wasn’t appropriate but still funny. I don’t remember much back in those days but all i knew was that he knows a lot about plumbing and is around the same age as me When we aren't working we are either at the shop looking to do stuff and he’s working on the trucks or when we clock out.People say we look alot alike and that we are separated brothers at birth. Him and Tyler is considered my good/best friends. We work together but don't really hang out after because there is no time and my parents are strict about who I hang out
We still talked here and there on Facebook but it just didn’t feel the same. He found other friends and I found some new friends as well. Although , One day we were both free and it happened during the fall season that we decided to do the same thing we did last time to explore downtown. Everything started off well , we laugh here and there and we had a pretty good time. But by the end when we were about to finish the day , we usually finished by the planetarium. He started lighting a cigarette and offered me one.
Growing up all my friends had perfect jobs for teenagers. As a teenager, I spent a lot of time applying for jobs and searching for places to work because money didn’t come easy and I wanted to be in control of my own money. But I could never score a job. I applied to at least 100 jobs at least twice and I still couldn’t get an opportunity.
A diesel technician can earn up to $61,000 or more in the top paying jobs. Hourly pay normally starts around $20 per hour which can increase through experience. According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, diesel mechanics and technicians are in high demand across America, with approximately 242,200 technicians being employed in the mechanic industry. Older diesel engines were mechanical which did not need as much maintenance. Diesel engines now are more efficient than gasoline engines. Diesel engines typically last longer. They are known to run up past a million miles when a gas engine runs to about 200,000. Today the government has stepped in and made regulations for exhausts like CO2, nox, and soot. With these regulations, there is a need for electronics and diagnostic equipment to help control emissions. I am currently working at A&B Contracting where I work on coal trucks and diesel equipment. I am working about 40 hours a week along with school. My experience at my job now will help me become successful through my future career and teach me everything I need to know about the way engines work. I plan to work at Cummins when I graduate. I have toured one of the many Cummins facilities and also met the President of the company. Throughout one week, a diesel technician could work 40 or more hours. In one day, one could work 10 to 12 hours. A vacation could last up to 4 or 6 weeks. This job requires hard
He has worked at Culver’s for about two years but has a tendency to spend what he makes on energy drinks and food from the gas station. The other day we walked to the gas station and he bought me breakfast. He is generous and a pretty cool guy that people like to spend time with. He loves to make people laugh and feel good about themselves. Kurt and I are also good friends. We talk and share things that we haven’t told anyone else and give honest opinions. Kurt loves to drive and he loves coffee. One time he was driving me back from church and he took all the back road because he didn’t want the ride to end. Kurt makes coffee almost every day in the morning before school. Therefore, if I ask him if he would like to go to Caribou and let him drive, he wouldn’t think twice and run out the door with the car keys in his hands. Like Kyle, Kurt likes to spend quality time with people rather than getting a nice card or a cool gift. Kurt doesn’t work a whole lot of hours so we are home at the same time after school. It would be a great time to get coffee and talk about all the homework we have for the
I started talking to someone named Jorge Salazar. My friend Kristine invited me to get tacos with her mom after school. She invited her friend Jorge Salazar, a guy I've seen in school but never had the chance to talk to until today. Kristines mom sat in a both so me and Kristine sat in between Jorge Salazar. When we left home Jorge found me on facebook and we became friends. I didn't know he lived so close to my house. The next 14 days me and Jorge would text every day and night until on of us feel asleep. Then on October 6,2016 when Jorge was texting me he wanted me to go outside because he wanted to ask me a question in person. He asked me out 3 times and then my moms boyfriend came outside so I had to leave. The next morning I was getting
The first week was fine, just trying to learn where the bathroom and cafeteria were was hard enough. Nothing was obviously strange with John at first or really had the appearance of being amiss until the second week. Our interactions began to get a little strange. John began making comments like ”you would have had to pay an employment agency several hundred dollars for a job like this.” I briefly thought to myself that was strange. I soon forgot about the incident till the next day when he made another comment “in a joking matter.” Right then I started to really pay attention to what he was meaning. He acted as if I owed him money for helping me get the job.
I got on metro and I was standing next to a boy who looked like Asian too. This time he started the conversation saying Hello, and I replied. We talked about each other starting about where we are from, and our respective name. He was from Mongolia and he didn’t believe that I was from Nepal the time he saw. He said that he too came to USA for pursuing Master’s degree and asked about my purpose of coming in USA. As the metro was crowded, it became barrier in our conversation. He got out of metro in a station before me waving a
Receiving my first job was a huge milestone in life, as it is for any teen. The feeling was equivalent to learning how to tie a shoe and being picked first for kickball. It was basically a moment where I truly became aware that I was growing up, that “this was it” I was finally going to cut the ties and become my own provider. To prove myself and others, that I can handle the so called “Real World”. However, upon entering my first job, most teenagers were unaware the of the reasonability that came with it. It was pretty much treated like a last period class, “if you show up you pass” kind of deal. When in actuality, it was much more. Working as a ride operator at a local amusement park, Lake Winnie, many would assume that it would be the easiest
Througout the course of our questioning he fondly reminds me of a time when he’d walk me home from school hands interlocked when I was very young. The time when we got separated from our parents Party City at the age of 7 and 4 respectively and when an employee approached us attempting to help asking us where our parents were he grabbed him and started biting allowing me to run away. Of course our parents had taught us about “stranger danger” and though there was in fact no danger it was still a loving gesture in hind sight. He also reminded me of him teaching me how to catch a baseball and ride a bike. My brother as he remarks may not have taken much pride in his academic work, but he always took pride in being my big brother and though I always recognized and appreciated his efforts I never realized just how much they meant to him. I am slightly ashamed to admit this got a little too emotional for comfort between two men over the age of 18 so we had to move on. Moving on to my dad brought up a sore spot because my brother and dad didn’t have a particularly close relationship to put it lightly until he took up an interest in plumbing much later. He describes how he felt my dad was always disappointed in his academic failures to the point of shutting him out entirely even admitting to holding a hint of jealously toward myself which
i signed up for a rock climbing orientation trip. it is here that martin enters the picture. he was one of my trip leaders, a twenty three year old senior from california. he was a runner and a republican, and his looks were not unlike those of teen heartthrob scott wolf. i quickly dismissed the idea of his being interested in me. he seemed too hot, too experienced, too suave. i was so young. the rock climbing trip was quickly over, and i returned back to campus covered in bruises and pride. classes started, i settled into the swing of things, and i gave martin no further thought, except when i ran into him at parties. i learned to drink, a lot, and learned to pass out at parties to avoid having to go back to my room alone. i experienced my first...
Did you receive my resume? I sent it to you at least two months ago and haven't heard anything. I know you keep resumes on file, but I just want to be sure that you keep me in mind. I heard you are hiring health-care managers and certainly would like to be considered for one of those positions.
One of the goals that I have set for myself this semester is maintaining my GPA that I
Working at Woodcreek Athletic Club is the best job I ever had. The hours and pay were great. I had the best boss anyone could have, and I learned an astounding amount.
Before I came along my mom Tina and dad Bob worked at the hospital in the cafeteria. It was my mom and dad's first job. My mom was a Junior at Marion High School and my dad was a Junior at Mississinewa High School. My parents say that the cafeteria of hospital was the place to work and that they loved it. My dad had a little help getting got the job because my Grandpa worked in the radiology department. And my mom had some help from my mamaw who worked in the Central Sterile department. My mom and dad became best friends and got super close. My mom took it upon herself to try and hook up my dad with this girl named Bridget that worked at the hospital cafeteria too. At this time when my Grammy was in the hospital and bridget had went up to her
When I was four years old I found my best friend and he continues to hold that spot to this day. His name is Garrett. When we first met, he was six and I was four, so logically we didn’t get along at all. The way I met him was, my dad was dating a woman named Kristi. He was getting really close to her and saw that Kristi was getting along with my sister and I very well. So, he wanted us to meet the rest of Kristi’s family. The majority of the family was older than us, and only one person was around the same age. That was Garrett. They wanted to get my sister and I to become friends with Garrett so that there would be that connection as well, so my stepmom took on the duty of getting us three together a couple times a week to hang out, and do whatever we wanted. At first there was no connection between us. We all enjoyed doing different things and the age difference played a huge role as well. Garrett and my sister were the same age, only born two days apart actually didn’t get along because they were six and as most six year olds are, girls didn’t get along with boys and vice versa. While I being two years younger, to him I was just the annoying little kid. So, none of us got along at first, but as you probably guessed that didn’t last long. Within a year we all became best friends. We did everything together, Garrett was asking to have sleepovers with me and I asked to have sleepovers with him every weekend. After a while, ...