After 10 years of only finally working in food service, I decided that I desperately needed a change of pace.
I was sick of the stressful job environments, the deathly hot rooms and the angry members of the public.
After I got to $15 an hour, I stopped receiving raises altogether. When our staff was cut back by 30% and we were forced to work longer minutes without overtime pay, I decided to leave. I didn’t feel appreciated or valued by this organization after this kind of treatment. But with limited experience in other job industries, I wasn’t sure what I would do to pay our bills every week. My parents suggested I take a look at vocational programs that are provided at a reduced rate through the community center. It’s kind of a job fair mixed with a 1-week internship program. You get to look at the different vocations by visiting their booths, then you sign up for your program of choice before leaving. The next week is spent doing an on-the-work training seminar. I wanted to learn to be an exterminator. I had heard good things about the pay for extermination work, so I figured it would be a good fit. I don’t have any issues with wasps or yellow jackets like my sibling does, so I figured there wouldn’t be any medical obstacles between me and this career. Unluckily, I was mistaken about that. I started developing respiratory dust irritations almost immediately after starting the real work. We finished the training program and it was our first week of being an exterminator. Unluckily, the chemicals we were using were making my lungs seize up, and all of the dust and fungal spores we have to crawl through in basements and attics. I suppose being an exterminator is not my fate after all.
Honey bee removal