Good Jobs Look A Lot Like Kids

My Mothers Dad Dropped Out Of The Eighth Grade To Work. He Had To. By The Time He Was 30, He Was A Master Electrician, Plumber, Carpenter, Mason, Mechanic. That Guy Was, To Me, A Magician. Anything That Was Broken, He Could Fix. Anybody Anywhere In Our Community Knew That If There Was A Problem, Carl Was There To Fix It.

Some Jobs Pay Better, Some Jobs Smell Better, And Some Jobs Have No Business Being Treated Like Careers. But Work Is Never The Enemy, Regardless Of The Wage. Because Somewhere Between The Job And The Paycheck, There’s Still A Thing Called Opportunity, And That’s What People Need To Pursue.

We Are Lending Money We Don't Have To Kids Who Can't Pay It Back To Train Them For Jobs That No Longer Exist. That's Nuts.

People With Dirty Jobs Are Happier Than You Think. As A Group, They're The Happiest People I Know.

There's Really Not A Difference Between An Octopus And, Like, A Giant Pile Of Snot.