Since you have mentioned several times that after earning a B.A. degree you turned to construction work.
Yes, the exigencies of circuмstance and duty compelled to do so after year or so spent in frustrated attempts at seeking white-collar employment.
For those of us out here currently working on an equally useless degree, can you give some insight into how you managed to find a job in the construction industry? Can anyone just walk in and become a construction worker, or did you have to have an inside connection?
Don't work on a useless degree, first of all: get your General Ed.'s done and move on to something practical. Consult your counselor and as many persons as you can trust.
My family has been in construction for generations, and when the family has no jobs I just hang out at random Home Depot locations.
I don't like that I am a construction worker because I am not a "hands-on" learner: I have to read about something to learn it. It makes for much frustration at times between whoever is calling the shots at the work site and me. There are many things about construction that are in no book, and I have to learn the hard way.
Also, I have had many accidents and almost killed myself a couple of times. I have probably been exposed to so much stuff (asbestos, grout sealer, cement mix dust, sawdust, poison, &c.) that I will certainly contract a cancer or disease of some sort, as my relatives have before me.
The debt urgeth, however: it is sickness unto debt, I reckon.
Rather fittingly, the other day at an university I saw written on a toilet paper dispenser: "Pull here for a Fine Arts degree" and "Pull here for an English degree."
:roll-laugh1:
Well, in all fairness it was not
all in vain: though I tend to bore my co-workers with Shakespeare references, the degree did give me skills that no one else at the work site has: like the ability to have a cultured conversation with the homeowner(s) if they are the sort to stop by and greet the workers.
Also, I got my folks' mortgage re-negotiated through the sheer power of wordiness. Yes, if you think I am wordy here on CathInfo in my posts and PM's, the letters I wrote and the conversations I had with the agents of the bank had them going insane with frustration. Apparently, polysyllabic words, together with morphological and syntactical creativity, makes one appear as a jerk who will sue you if you try to pull a fast one with the paperwork and procedural technicalities.
So, I guess it's was not
that much of a waste.
Anyways, there was a man who was much more learned than any of us (in Holy Writ and sacred theology as well as the sciences and letters), and who actually had a right to royal sovereignty in the old Jєωιѕн theocracy, but laid all those things aside to live as a humble and hidden worker for the love of Jesus and Mary, and therefore is the greatest Saint after the Mother of God: