My old journeyman (the electrician who trained me) is damn near illiterate and past retirement age working two jobs. This dude is 100% East Tennessee hillbilly, i love him. He knows how simple he is and will use that to catch people off guard and turn their joke against them super well, its an art form he mastered like judo. Hes actually a pretty quiet feller most of the time, he prefers to listen thoughtfully and chime in with a carefully timed joke, but man when he gets mad he’ll rant like a cartoon character. And his heart is always in the right place.
I caught him doodling a Confederate flag once and grilled him about it. He genuinely was just one of those crackers who honestly thought it just meant “the South”. But he never doodled one around me again. Any time I’d correct him, say, on calling our Guatemalan coworkers “Mexican” he made a point to get it right next time.
His son is nearly vegetative, wheelchair-bound. He’s quietly taken good care of him, never shirked his duty as a father or a husband. Like I said, hes pushing 70 working 6 days a week usually 12 hour days or longer. The human embodiment of a workhorse.
I disagree with the man on damn near everything (other than how to do our jobs) but hes got a place in my heart for good.
My old journeyman (the electrician who trained me) is damn near illiterate and past retirement age working two jobs. This dude is 100% East Tennessee hillbilly, i love him. He knows how simple he is and will use that to catch people off guard and turn their joke against them super well, its an art form he mastered like judo. Hes actually a pretty quiet feller most of the time, he prefers to listen thoughtfully and chime in with a carefully timed joke, but man when he gets mad he’ll rant like a cartoon character. And his heart is always in the right place.
I caught him doodling a Confederate flag once and grilled him about it. He genuinely was just one of those crackers who honestly thought it just meant “the South”. But he never doodled one around me again. Any time I’d correct him, say, on calling our Guatemalan coworkers “Mexican” he made a point to get it right next time.
His son is nearly vegetative, wheelchair-bound. He’s quietly taken good care of him, never shirked his duty as a father or a husband. Like I said, hes pushing 70 working 6 days a week usually 12 hour days or longer. The human embodiment of a workhorse.
I disagree with the man on damn near everything (other than how to do our jobs) but hes got a place in my heart for good.