The DUmmie cali told a story about being poor.
http://conservativecave.com/index.php?topic=96867.0The DUmmie blur told a story crying about the minimum wage.
http://conservativecave.com/index.php?topic=96873.0So let me take up some time to tell a story about I guy I know.
This guy grew up dirt poor. His daddy basically did share cropping and worked other jobs to feed the family. Naturally, this guy was helping to do the farm work at a very young age.
The guy dropped out of school in the 7th grade. He worked several different jobs including running a film projector in a theater and doing swamp logging with a team of Clydesdales and a farm tractor.
Let me say that at some point he realized dropping out of school wasn’t the best of ideas and got his GED.
During the time period that he was working at a weigh station near the Georgia-Florida line, he married a poor farm girl that lived near his hometown. Not being able to afford to drive so far to and from work he and his new wife both got jobs at a shoe factory in a nearby town. They found an apartment within walking distance of the factory so they wouldn’t be wasting money on gasoline.
Hoping to eventually have a family and be able to provide for the family, he found a higher paying job with the forestry department driving a transfer truck and fighting fires on a bulldozer.
Soon his wife was pregnant with their first child, and he began looking for a higher paying job to better support them. He found that job with a large company. He was still running a bulldozer, but the pay and benefits were better.
Although he loved operating a dozer when he was offered a promotion to the road grader crew he took it because it meant a step up the latter.
Eventually a job opening came up in the company’s area office. He tossed his name in the hat and got the job. Now this poor 7th grade drop out farm boy had his own office. He was the office-parts-service manager.
After awhile he got to missing the woods. Around this same time, a small contracting outfit bought a new piece of equipment. By 'new piece of equipment' I mean a piece of equipment that no one else in the area had. The guy knew the owner of the contracting outfit and convinced the owner to let him operate the equipment in the evenings and weekends. The way the guy saw it was that it would get him some time in the woods, bring in more money for the family, and give him more equipment experience. The owner agreed to the deal.
When the big company saw the benefits of this new piece of equipment they decided to buy one for themselves. When the guy learned about this he put in for a transfer to that crew because he was tired of the office and really liked operating that machine. Naturally, since he already knew how to run the machine the company agreed.
The guy worked hard, as always, and was eventually promoted to supervisor and given a company truck.
After several years of being a supervisor and just a year after finally buying the family their own home, the big company that the guy worked for decided to sell out to an even bigger company. The bigger company immediately began laying off employees. The guy was one of the ones who got the ax.
So here the guy was, closer to 50 years old than 40 and out of a job, but he didn’t bitch, moan and groan. Instead, he looked for a job. He didn’t look for a good paying job. He didn’t look for a supervisor’s job. He didn’t look for a prestigious job. He just looked for a job.
Before long, he had a job with the DOT, but it was an entry level job as a flag man on a road crew. It didn’t pay much, but he worked hard at it. It didn’t take long before he’d worked his way up to equipment operator. Then on to a supervisory position in an office.
After some time passed he got word that his section was going to be phased out so he requested (and received) a transfer to another position. The new position was a step down but offered more potential advancement.
The guy worked hard. Any courses that the DOT offered, he took. By the time he retired he had worked his way up to some sort of supervisory state/county liaison position that covered multiple counties.
After he retire he told me that since he’d have some free time on his hands if I ever needed any part-time help to just let him know. I asked him how much he expected to be paid per hour, and he said he wasn’t really worried about that. I asked how much was making per hour when he retired. I can’t remember the exact amount, but it was over $25 an hour. I thought he was joking until he offered to show me an old deposit.
This guy, a 7th grade drop-out, never bitched about the minimum wage. He never screamed out for a living wage. He just worked hard, did his job, and constantly looked to better himself. And he did all of this while also being the best father a guy could have.
It’ll be his birthday next month. He moves a little slower these days, but when it comes to working I’d still take one of him over a thousand DUmmies.
Maybe the DUmmies need to take a page out of his playbook. Instead of thinking that they are educated wunderkinds that deserves a handout from the world, they should just think like a 7th grade drop out that wants to WORK his way forward.
