Trade School

[Mickey]

I'm still not seeing the connection between trade school and a career in logistics. Seems like an AA in business admin would be the most logical step, if we believe that education opens the proverbial career door.

[washing machine]

i think you're getting hung up on the fact that I described my dream job as being logistics-related. I've grown increasingly more practical with life experience, and experience tells me that A to B is never really about A or B, but the day-to-day demands of the in-between. Food on the table, good investments, family time. If taking a "step back" to spend time learning a trade will get more of those things, that's worth more than getting to a possibly imagined dream job as fast as I can. In fact, it might even teach me that B isn't a thing I want at all.

[Mickey]

I asked you what you wanted to do and you said food logistics, not any of those other things!

[Mickey]

Anyway you don't have to sing the praises of using education as a way to center the non-career aspects of your life, I'm a PhD student in the humanities baybee.

[washing machine]

I asked you what you wanted to do and you said food logistics, not any of those other things!

The edit above clarifies that, I think.

Technically, you surmised that I meant food logistics based on me describing warehouse or refinery related jobs I believe would open up to me if I learned some skilled labor. I went along with it, but maybe I should have gone a different route.

anyway, this isn't meant to be a thread about finding me a new job. It's a thread discussing the general value of trade school and what kind of opportunities await. Not jsut for me, but for all RMicans who may also be looking to get into an honest day's work.

[Mickey]

I don't read edited psots

[Mickey]

First thought best thought

[Mickey]

If you have the finances to go pick up a trade, it will certainly be time better spent than posting here each day.

[washing machine]

If you have the finances to go pick up a trade, it will certainly be time better spent than posting here each day.

why not both!

[Mickey]

zero sum game

[washing machine]

I don't read edited psots

lol I just edited the one above this one too.

[wease]

It’s never too late. I started X-ray school when I was 35. Using that degree I’ve managed to swindle my way to a director of operations position for a mid-sized urgent care company.

[Mickey]

Surely, at some point, it's too late

[Norah]

Go for it Reid. Just be wary of scammy for profit schools.

[macphisto]

You might be shocked by how much electricians make.

[washing machine]

Go for it Reid. Just be wary of scammy for profit schools.

Enumerate the tell-tale signs of a school scam.

[washing machine]

It’s never too late. I started X-ray school when I was 35. Using that degree I’ve managed to swindle my way to a director of operations position for a mid-sized urgent care company.

Wow. I had no idea that's how you got where you are. Not that I'm thinking about that specific field, but what was X-Ray school like? How much of a time commit is it really, and what were you doing while in that school?

[spike]

Why would this help you in your current field, vs. say, an associate's in business.

I am trying desperately to escape my current field. I have gone on several interviews outside of my field and have gleaned job descriptions for even more, and I've come to the conclusion that the kind of work I really want to do would be much more achievable with more experience using my hands. Make of that what you will.

Explain.

Would you believe my dream job is to be a catch-all warehouse manager for some non-profit food supply hub? Turns out a lot of experience required is nitty gritty warehouse stuff alongside my current experience controlling an inventory and keeping track of a budget. I feel like a job as a technician of some sort might put me squarely in a warehouse or refinery, giving me a leg up on the other misguided food&bev managers who think they can run a whole warehouse in an adjacent industry.

In my experience, having connections within the shipping and logistics industry is a big prerequisite for being a warehouse manager.

[spike]

It’s never too late. I started X-ray school when I was 35. Using that degree I’ve managed to swindle my way to a director of operations position for a mid-sized urgent care company.

Wow. I had no idea that's how you got where you are. Not that I'm thinking about that specific field, but what was X-Ray school like? How much of a time commit is it really, and what were you doing while in that school?

Ages ago, I considered X-Ray tech for a time, as from what I observed, it seemed pretty chill for good pay. Not sure I’d look into anything at a medical facility after the past two years though.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.