I have nothing to hide whatsoever. I always planned to be open and honest. Most of my past employers loved what I did for them and the company. As with everything however, when you take candy from a baby they cry. Alot of them made a big deal out of it. Last job for instance, was an apprenticeship. 8 months into it, I was pulled from that site due to lack of work and stuck on another one. Fine, I like the work, I'm more than willing to help the guys out with the overtime. It took less than 2 weeks. Alot of short hours, because foremen didn't want to work a full day. I lose hours I can't pay bills. I scrape by on the measly pay at full hours. I never looked for a pat on the back, but when everyone pissed off and left the crap to me, I did it no complaints. Along comes client and books future work based on MY work. The cheese head of a foreman took my thunder, cut my hours, used the praise from the client to lock himself in for a raise, and then whined to the sub-foreman I didn't like going home early.
People these days have zero work ethic, no sense of pride, NO understanding of TEAMwork. And to boot, I get the shaft for giving it my all?
The sub-foreman called me when I quit and asked why I didn't come to him.
I'm not gonna cry you a river he said, he did, my feelings hurt stories. He BEGGED to have me back, and when I absolutely refused he got mad and told me I "f***ed him". He even went as far as getting ahold of my mother (I am 23yrs old) and got her to try to reason with me. Wants me that bad. I can't use him for a reference. He wouldn't support my claim to that story. Nothing. I "f***ed him" as he said.
That was the day I finally decided to anty up like I should have done right out of high school. Wanted infantry since I was 12 (no s***).
I get my hours out of the forces. I get guaranteed work. Even if it's watching paint dry on lockers in garrison. I got something to keep the bills paid.
I can take the crap from higher ups. I get to be a part of something, a TEAM. I learn when I must, and get to help where I can. And of course, when all else fails I get to go blast some shells at range or in theatre. Training, for fun, or the real deal, either way I have been around firearms my whole life and love every recoil of it.
Making dreams come true now baby.
(sorry if that seems ranty, my past is a fight I'm sick of fighting. Really just to fight the battles more suited to my dreams)