After two years of Chuck Prince I felt it was time to go. I didn’t want to have a career in the electrical world anymore. There were several factors involved in the decision. Chuck was very hard to work for. He was verbally brutal. I had a built in resistance to that kind of person since I received that from my dad for 19 years. I shunned that kind of negativity and harshness. What I didn’t realize is the whole world is on fire and that harshness, negativity and anger is probably more commonplace than not. It seems almost every job I have ever had with the exception of church work I have had to deal with an angry man. In some cases it was an angry woman like when I worked with four lesbians and Findley Adhesives.
Nevertheless, at that time I thought it would be good to get away with an angry man. I wanted calmer waters. I didn’t know that Cal Pearson was waiting for me at TransAmerica Delaval or Jim Gossett at Alcoa Recycling. My other reasoning for leaving Prince Electric Company was due to the weather. It was very cold in the winter time and very hot in the summer time. I was okay with the heat for the most part. The only time when the heat was difficult was when we were in attics, which we seemed to be in more during the summer than winter. During the summer folks would requests attic exhaust fans to be cut into their roofs to help let out some of the accumulating heat. Typically it was difficult to breathe in an attic that has been roasting in the sun during the summer.
The winter time was a wholly different animal. It was cold. My job consisted mostly of pulling wires underneath the house. Ron would poke the wire through a hole in the floor at a receptacle and I would pull it further through the hole and carry it to the next hole in the floor and poke it up through the floor so he could put it in the next receptacle and then we’d do it all over again until all the boxes in the house were wired. Since most of the houses had crawl spaces the shortest distance between two points was to pull the wires underneath the house. Actually it would be better to pull the wires through the studs, but that took forever to drill the holes. So from a time perspective it was better to pull the wires underneath and back up. That meant somebody had to do the pulling and that was me. There were a few houses that were built on a slab, which meant many of the wires went up through the top plate, across the attic and back down. That took a lot more wire, but I didn’t mind as long as I didn’t have to crawl underneath the house.
In many of these houses I was crawling around under there was mud and standing water. That was not good on any day, but it was particularly worse during the winter. It was like crawling through slush or ice and that was no fun at all.