What skill or trade did you learn to make a living or a career?

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Me too, but I broke my arm just a few days into the class and never actually learned to type ☹️.
Everything I write in these forums has been done with just one amazingly slow finger!
 
Yes . I remembered taking typing class. And it gave me an upper hand. 30 years ago.
 
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You’re too kind. I think you meant to say gross
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No, I meant it! The only thing I can’t stand are needles, so talking about any type of injection/blood draw/etc. made me squeamish. Indeed, my good friend (and eventual maid of honor) gave me the flu shot in our junior year, under the direction of hospital nurses, and I fainted. Oops. Haha glad to give the experience to my friend so she knew then how to react, but those nursing students were resilient!
 
Personally I use my two thumbs …I’ve come a long way in a couple of years from hunt and peck with one finger.
 
No wonder I seem to beat some people when it comes to posting 😛 I had to take two years of typing instruction. My Dad on the other hand still types “hunt and peck”!
 
Since it seems this has delved into a typing thread, i share my experience. High school typing class was many many moons ago. I remember the ones with no letters where the easiest to type with. The few electric ones we had only served me to make more mistakes per minute.
 
When you are the eye of a base wide political hurricane it can become too much.
 
As a career. Trade I worked in HVAC . the motto was at most companies I worked at . gee I didn’t want to lie. But the boss told me to.
I left 4 companies. As I told them. I don’t lie and defraud people… And I was mocked behind my back.
Harassment was common.
 
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No, I meant it! The only thing I can’t stand are needles, so talking about any type of injection/blood draw/etc. made me squeamish. Indeed, my good friend (and eventual maid of honor) gave me the flu shot in our junior year, under the direction of hospital nurses, and I fainted. Oops. Haha glad to give the experience to my friend so she knew then how to react, but those nursing students were resilient!
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Oh, my! I had dental implant surgery on December 26th, and I had six injections, three in the gum right under my nose, three in the back. After the sutures (more needles) were in, I had three injections of a steroid to reduce swelling. During the surgery, the dentist gave me two injections of epinephrine in the gums and took several vials of blood from my arm for PRP therapy. Safe to say, I’m not afraid of needles, and safe to say, my gums were sore! The thing I don’t like is, believe it or not, the impressions. They trigger my claustrophobia. And I hate MRIs unless they are “open,” but those don’t give as good a resolution.

I got an MA in theology, by the way, which I enjoyed a lot, but saw I couldn’t do a lot with it, so went back to school and studied Public Relations and Marketing and I work in the PR field. Mostly with demanding celebrities, and some of them can be a real pain in the behind. Others are quite nice.

I would have liked to have been a landscaper or interior designer, but I seemed to have a real talent for PR.
 
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I am with you there.
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People who say, “You can just pull yourself out” have never been in one. I’m very petite, 5’0" and about 100 lbs. and I cannot pull myself out of one.
 
I am 6’2" around 180 lbs , and it is a tight squeeze in those things. They are noisy, vibrate, stuffy, and If I could manage to crawl out of the thing I’d probably break an arm from falling on the floor.

For as uncomfortable as they are it is not the worst medical test I’ve ever had. That honor goes to the Lymphogram.

 
That does sound…horrible! I hate medical tests. I feel for you!
 
Yes it would have been a nurse. It seems good money and respectable
 
Translation. Growing up with three languages does have its benefits.
 
shazirah said:
Translation. Growing up with three languages does have its benefits.
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I can attest to that. I was born in California, so my MT is English. But my mom was Brazilian, so I spent summers in Rio, and I learned Brazilian Portuguese. My dad was French, so I grew up with French. And, I spent ten years living in Europe, so I speak German and understand Dutch, Spanish, and Italian, though I don’t speak them well. Here in California, it really helps to get a job if you can speak both English and Spanish.
 
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I came home from school one Monday afternoon when I was 11 years old and my mother said to me, “Irene (neighbor lady) took the Wilton cake decorating course at JCPenney’s and she’s teaching classes at home, so I signed you up.”

I don’t recall asking for this. Piano lessons, dance lessons, horseback riding lessons, yes. Cake decorating was never on my radar. But my dad was willing to pony up $10 a week for lessons (he got a cake out of it every Monday evening because we practiced on our own cakes) so I learned to make buttercream frosting, frost cakes, make roses, pipe figures out of frosting, and culminated with a two-tier wedding cake on my last class which I sold to a neighbor for $20 because her son had eloped that afternoon.

Forty years later, I’ve been a professional decorator for over thirty years, 20 of them with Walmart, and the only reason I don’t open my own bakeshop is that I don’t want to hassle with the health department, taxes, and all the related business headaches. I decorate cakes for 30-35 hours a week and collect a nice paycheck. I’ve taught myself advanced techniques that I’ll never use at work but that I can use to impress friends and family whenever the occasion presents itself.
 
Nice! I can’t even bake and frost a cake unless it’s a mix and frosting from a can. I buy the decorations. My cakes are very basic.
 
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