September 10, 2005
I followed in my father's footsteps. I was the youngest General Foreman in the history of my chemical plant. I was offered that job when I was 33 years old. I took it, but I didn't like it much at first.
I worked in an area that had a lot of senior people there and I knew from the get-go that I didn't know shit about that place. A lot of people there resented me being in charge, so I had some rough times.
I went to visit my father one day. As we drank a beer together, I told him that I was VERY uncomfortable with my new job and I wasn't certain that I could handle it. I was thinking about going back to the relief supervisor's job, from whence I came.
My father looked at me as if he wanted to wring my neck. "I didn't raise no goddam quitter!" he said. "If you turn this down, you'll NEVER get the opportunity again. I KNOW the job is scary. I've been there. But YOU CAN DO IT!!! Trust your instincts, boy. You've got what it takes."
I left the house thoroughly chastised, but I listened to what my father had to say. HE did it when he was 23. I could damn sure do it when I was 33.
I did. And I have my father to thank for sticking a foot in my ass when I needed one planted right there.
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