I would have never thought that I loved my job so much I could see myself doing it when I retired.
I was never one who liked to work. My mom and dad had to force me into getting a job when I graduated from high school. I couldn’t understand how they could be so cruel as to tell me that if I didn’t get a job, I would have to move out. I finally broke down and took a part-time job with the local pizza shop. This lasted for two months and I quit. I worked in a fast food store and in the local grocery store, but none of the jobs lasted. I even tried working as an apprentice in a couple of local businesses, but I was bored and I didn’t want to work. When I turned twenty, my dad went hardcore on me. He told me that I had to get a steady job, go back to school, or get out. He was tired of my laziness and not wanting to grow up. I talked to a friend of mine and he said he was going to school for HVAC. I thought that seemed odd, since he wanted to work even less than I did. I decided to go to school with him, knowing that if we had any trouble with the HVAC classes, we could study together. That was almost ten years ago. I am still an HVAC technician and I am loving it. My friend and I are thinking of opening our own HVAC company. I can see both us working with heating and air conditioning, long after our retirement age comes and goes.