A New HVAC technician
I had been working at my new job for about a week now.
Already, my coworkers are judging me and well, no one seemed to like me.
Oh well, I’m not there to make friends. I went into the HVAC business because of my mother. She was the master of fixing things, anything that could be fixed, she could fix it, with or without a manual. She was better than my dad, and my dad being humble man, didn’t mind. I remember watching with fascination as she fixed an air conditioning unit. She took it apart and fixed it with ease, replacing parts when needed and making it good as new. While I was away at college, my mom died of cancer and that’s when I knew I wanted to fix things just like she did. That’s how I ended up here. Arriving at the shiny HVAC business building, I came in for another day’s work. A new call rang, about a regular customer’s cooling system breaking again. I see my coworkers in the corner of my eye, elbow each other and decide to give this job to me, smirking the entire time. Fine, whatever. When I arrive, I now see why they handed this job off to me. A drunken man answered the door only wearing boxers and reeking of alcohol, he slurred and pointed in a vague direction. I eventually found the AC unit and started fixing it. There was an old slice of pizza glued to the top of the air conditioner and I managed to peel it off with disgust. When I was done, the air conditioning system was like new. I arrived back at my work place and my coworkers gave me a mutual nod. They may not like me, but at least they respect me.