Many of you out there may wonder how an English major moved from the right side of the brain to the left side of the brain. It is actually a fun story to tell and if you have time to read on, I will share. I am 37.5 years old give or take a few months and as a younger child, for some crazy reason, I though I could become a Doctor. That dream died in community college when I tried to take College Algebra, Physics, and Chemistry in one semester. I had to drop all classes. Time to change the major. I waffled for awhile and then decided on English because I loved to read and write. I thought being an English Professor would be so cool and that was my track.
Fast Forward past my community college days and now I am at Florida State University (has the most beautiful woman there). I continued the English track with a concentration in creative writing. In my days there, I learned a lot from Professor Janet Burroway; she really helped my writing to mature. I still considered graduate school to move towards becoming a Professor and then the realization of how much money it was going to cost set in. I was already 15k in debt and to get my PHD would add an additional 50-60k. Guess what? Time to get a job.
I drove my Honda beater back home to Mom (ouch) and hit the streets. I got my first job by answering an add in a paper. I was to become the Editor at a small publication called Onboard Services, an airlplane magazine. The pay was $5.50 an hour. Mcdonald's paid about the same and didn't require college. I was still stuck at home and required to put my clothes away lol. I did this for a short time and then the company was moving up to Orlando. He wanted me to come with him and offered me a .25 raise and $100.00 to move up to Orlando. What a swell guy. I told him I needed to make at least 18k to be able to do it. My mom didn't live up there and that would require an apartment to rent. $5.50 just wouldn't cut it. He offered me $6.00 per hour and $200.00. I quit. I am still puting my clothes away at the house.
Time to hit the pavement again and now I got a job at night running the big newspaper presses at Sun Sentinel. By day I was looking for a job. Apparently in my youth I needed no sleep (children changed that) This went on for awhile and then a chance encounter at Friday's with a Documentation Manager changed my life. We got to talking. I can't remember his name so let's just call him Earl.
Earl: I need a Technical Writer to write computer documentation.
Me: Did you say writer?
Earl: Technical Writer
Me: Whatever, I can write anything.
Earl: Can you start tomorrow?
Me: How much does it pay?
Me: Can I start tonight?
I had 3 months to prove myself and the job moved to a permanent position and that is how I got started in Technical Writing. I am now 23.
To be continued....