I had just graduated high school, and I wasn’t ready to do anything yet.
I had already told mom and dad that I didn’t want to go to college.
I didn’t know what I wanted to do, but I knew I didn’t want to go to college. It was the end of summer, and mom once again asked what I was going to do? She told me I needed to get my lazy body off the couch and do something. I told her that when I knew what I wanted to do, I would do it. Two weeks later, my dad came home while I was napping. He kicked my feet off the couch and told me it was time. I was barely awake, but I knew the tone of voice he was using. He was serious about my getting a job or doing anything that didn’t involve my lounging on the couch all day while mom catered to me. If he thought getting yelled at all day was catering, he was wrong. I wasn’t enjoying laying on the couch or on my bed while getting yelled at, catering. I knew it was time to get out of the house, but I didn’t have any money. I asked dad if he could loan me some money? He told me he could, but he wouldn’t unless I had a job to pay him back. I went to the local community college and signed up for HVAC classes. I had been watching advertisements for HVAC classes and thought it could be a good gig for me. If becoming an HVAC technician would get mom and dad off my back, I was going to HVAC school.