” My Newcomer Job?”
When I first got clean and sober I didn’t have a job and hadn’t really had a legitimate one in quite awhile. Being in the program now I had a sponsor and his direction was now to go out and apply for six jobs a day. I didn’t have any skills or a car or drivers license, so I didn’t make the six applications a day. I was closer to two or three. With a little help I had a resume of some kind, with a little creativity, not lying just sharing the positive parts on a resume. But I had something on paper. This was back in 1986 and I received much support from members of the meetings I was attending. Now and then someone bought me lunch as well.
After a month or so I walked into this factory I spotted and ask if they had any openings. They sent me to personal and this lady looked over my resume and me and sent me over to a building that was a sort of assembly line where they put things together. Things like small electric motors used to move actuators that opened and closed doors on everything from airplanes, battle ships, to the old space shuttles. It was a small aerospace company.
So I had this little minimum wage job now, at 33 years old, just doing repetitive mindless work. But it was a job and I was now clean and sober and grateful, so I gave my little job everything I had (you know how we can get). Because they did a lot of military and aerospace work, every machined part and assembly built had specifications attached to them. So everything had to have numbers stamped on them, instructions coming from military specs and blueprints. Now I don’t know how or why, but I seemed to know how to read the blueprints and specifications and sort of understand them. I now had a new job, stamping various types of numbers on everything that was manufactured and assembled in this little 300 employee job shop.
Of course being present and sane for the first time in a long time, I became the very best number stamper in the world. After a few years of this super stamper deal, I was asked to help out on a project with manufacturing engineering. Which led to a few more responsibilities. Don’t get me wrong much of all this was hard for me and I had no self worth for sure. But I was committed to the program and was simply honest and hardworking.
So to make a long story longer, one day the operations manager calls me into his office and says; “As of today you are the supervisor of repairs and returns. We will double your salary and put you on a salaried position”. They gave me an office with a computer and a phone and I felt like a kid playing office. Like I did when I was a child and my father was a janitor and would take me to work with him in those big office buildings.
Oh the last thing the operations manager said was; ” Go out and buy some grown up clothes!” I was a little on the ratty side of things for so long. I loved that place and the experience of early years of sobriety and learning something new every day. The friendships, the challenges, and successes. Amazing.