Red Mosquito

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

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

Mickey wrote:I don't read edited psots

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

wease wrote: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.

washing machine wrote:

Mickey wrote:

washing machine wrote:

Mickey wrote: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.

washing machine wrote:

wease wrote: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?

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.