After 10 years of only actually working in food service, I decided that I desperately needed a change of pace.
I was sick of the stressful work environments, the deathly overheated kitchens and the angry members of the public.
After I got to $15 an hour, I stopped receiving raises altogether. When our staff was split back by 30% and we were forced to task longer hours 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 task industries, I wasn’t sure what I would do to pay my bills every month. My parents recommended I take a look at vocational programs that are gave at a reduced rate through the community center. It’s kind of a job fair mixed with a one-month 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 month is spent doing an on-the-task training seminar. I wanted to learn to be an exterminator. I had heard great things about the pay for extermination work, so I figured it would be a great fit. I don’t have any concerns with wasps or yellow jackets like our brother does, so I figured there wouldn’t be any medical obstacles between me and this work. Unfortunately, I was mistaken about that. I started developing respiratory dust sensitivities almost immediately after starting the real task. We finished the training program and it was my first month of being an exterminator. Unfortunately, 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 think being an exterminator is not my fate after all.