When I moved into the area, I wanted to find a job right away.
My husband and I moved here because he got relocated.
Although his job paid more than enough to support us, I hated not laboring. I was an Heating and Air Conditioning worker when I met my husband and he had always been proud of what I do. I was one of the top Heating and Air Conditioning workers in our state, and I took that distinction with me in the form of a formal letter from the Heating and Air Conditioning company. When I walked into the local Heating and Air Conditioning company in this area, I had my letter of recommendation in hand, and my Heating and Air Conditioning certification. I told him I wanted a job as an Heating and Air Conditioning worker. The pompous person I was talking to, leaned back in his seat and put his hands behind his head. He said there had never been a woman Heating and Air Conditioning worker in the company; then proceeded to glare at me. I provided him my letter, although he didn’t even look at it. I was angry and told him I would go to the next Heating and Air Conditioning company on my list. I was getting ready to walk out when the door to the office opened. The owner of the company walked out and greeted me. He told the other person to go to work. When he looked at me and told me I was hired, I had to ask if I was the token woman. The other person had said they had never had a woman Heating and Air Conditioning worker. I could not know it when he told me my old boss had called. He didn’t care if I was a red-haired baboon, after the way the owner of the Heating and Air Conditioning company raved about me, he would have hired me.