As a roofing contractor, I am really happy with my work. I love and enjoy doing the construction of roofs over buildings, homes and others.I think happiness is a choice and it comes from within. I am really satisfied with my employer and just in case you need to have a new roof, here's something to read:
I too have been at it for 30+ years.
The past was exciting. I started at the dawn of the microprocessor revolution. I knew my career would involve putting these smart little devices into just about everything. And I knew it would change the world.
But as good as the past was, the present and future WILL BE even more exciting. The pace of technical change is getting faster.
When I look back at the pre-Internet, pre-cell phone, pre-WiFi, pre-digital TV, pre-Information Age world it seems quaint.
I do agree that the best engineers are those with a passion. I know I always had that curiosity and passion. I had a father that encouraged me to know everything and to be able to make or build or fix anything.
Unfortunately, these days I am unemployed. The company I worked for refused to listen to the engineers that tried to bring change that would make the 90 year old company relevant. The management that was non-technical just did not have the vision. Now I find that I canít even get interviews for jobs in my profession, partly because of where I live, but probably because I am over 50.
So true. You are not going to tell the boss you're happy and risk getting more work piled on and you are not going to tell the boss you are unhappy or he will figure you cannot do your job and replace you. That leaves this blog to vent else you may cause the boss to "think".
Sadly this is the truth. It is a very globalised profession and supply is higher than demand. Engineers should take their destiny into their own hands, get trained in business management and set up their own businesses.
Wow. It's interesting to hear directly from one of those who entered engineering as a tactical decision, not a passionate decision.
I remember when I was about 8 years old.. my mother had thrown a clock radio in the trash (the old kind with the numbers that flipped over while keeping time). I took it apart and was fascinated by the mechanical parts, mystified by the electronics. I remember twisting a ceramic capacitor back and forth until the leads broke. That when I decided that, someday, I would understand how it all worked. Fate. Sealed.