My entire family has done some sort of blue collar job from plumbing to painting to Residential Deck Staining. Carpentry, being an electrician, or whatever else is what my family always did. They thought that when I eventually grew up that I’d work in a mill or something. I don’t know how to use tools or anything. I’m not handy. I would not trust myself to be given a screwdriver and especially not a power drill. That’s how fatalities happen. It all starts with that sort of carelessness. Unfortunately I did not understand that I would be expected to take this position when I grow up or I might have put a little effort into learning what it was all about and attempting to acquaint myself with the world of tools and power drills and saws . The son takes up the father’s job and his son does the same and so does his son and so on and on and on. So of course there was a lot of stress on me to go to work for my dad, my entire family and even my friends didn’t see how I could do anything but . Everyone was really confused when I wasn’t exactly what they thought I was going to be . I guess it really isn’t their fault, they had bred so many tradesmen . My family was used to the way things have always been so I guess I caught them off guard when I wasn’t exactly like them, actually I was the farthest thing from being like them .