The goal of this is to plot out my journey as an electrician. At this point in time, I’ve been an apprentice for 9.5 months. I can’t promise that I’ll be great about regularly recording my life experiences, but here is the attempt.
My trade journey began as many do… I was tired of my previous job. I had no route to move up without someone’s approval or relocation. The lack of degree had me questioning the quality of jobs available to me. One of the many days I looked at the job finding sites, I happened upon a post for an apprentice electrician position. Intrigued, I looked into it more, going down the rabbit hole. Electrical was one of my favorite subjects during my college years and here, there would be no money out of my pocket to start an actual career I could take anywhere. Everything clicked.
The process of applying and applying to many different businesses began. After I ran out of job postings to apply to, I began emailing businesses with an attached resume and blimp on what I was about. Goals, what drew me to their shop, a dash of past work experience bragging, and a few compliments thrown in. I made a profile on forums to get advice from people who have been in the industry and touch base with apprentices who made it past that point. Finally, a couple hits.
Most of my inquiries didn’t receive responses, but one shop got back to me the very next day. The interview was a flop. There were no benefits and the pay was low for my area. My education would be paid for, and I’d be gaining experience, so it seemed worth the risk. The pay could be increased once he was sure I’d stick to the trade. There were a few hiccups for him too.
I began the journey with a fear of heights, we’re talking afraid of 6-foot ladders. A fear of small spaces as well. For those of you that don’t know, that’s a good 60 to 80 percent of the job. As soon as the owner asked about my comfort level on that, I was concerned. Here you may also wonder what the hell I’m thinking… I’m adaptive *says the waving voice trying to be confident*. Well, flash forward to the end of the interview, I was told that I’d get a call, but to call if he hadn’t reached out by the next week. Complete dud. The dude didn’t call nor answer my calls. I called twice on three different days. *Sigh* Is it no longer ok to say a candidate is not a good fit?!?
Second in person interview also didn’t go super well. I got emotional about my frustrations with my previous job and wanted this gig too badly. It wasn’t a proud moment. That being said, I got an offer letter a week later. I gladly accepted the offer that contained full benefits at no cost to me to be in full effect after some time. The pay offered was the upper limit of the range I specified. *Happy noises*
Now to summarize my months… It’s been a slow process. Lots of brainless activity mixed with very brainy activity. I was familiar with working with my hands but not with tools. It sounded silly to me before. ‘Of course I know how to operate tools! just pull the trigger and do the thing’… nooo, I had sooo much to learn. Tools alone has been such a learning curve. My hands had very little articulation when compared to my coworkers.
As far as ladders and scissor lifts, I have grown so much. I work up to 30′ in the air with regularity. At the start, ladder work consisted of me working at the heights whilst flipping my shit and compound swearing like it was my main language… but I did the work. I continue to do the work.
Do I make mistakes? Absolutely. Am I slow? Quite slow. Do I get frustrated? yes, I get frustrated the journeyman teaching me gets frustrated; there’s a lot of anger. There is also learning, patience and reward to the things I do. There’s good days and there’s bad days. Whatever happens, I’m not alone in it.
Signing Off,
-Vessa
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