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Life changing decisions

May 22, 2009 in baby, job, radiation hormesis | 1 comment

Ok, so last night I went home from work, for the last time. The last time…I quit my job as a helicopter mechanic. Do you want to know why?

1. The Job really took a lot of my time, i worked an average of 50-60 hours a week, missed many weekends to do stuff with my wife, or see my family.

2. I was offered a job working with my friend Jay, I will now work for night hawk minerals. I will do website support, and phone support for people needing help with our rocks.

3. Me and Jen did not want to have someone else raise our child 40-60 hours a week. With this job I will be able to stay at home.

Ok so i come home from work, and put together our baby pack and play, stroller, and car seat. My mind is kind of blown by all the changes in my future.So many things will change for us in the next couple of weeks.

1. BABY 2. JOB 3. NEW HOUSE

its about all i can take.

this is my office…

August 15, 2007 in Denver, helicopter, job, twinstar | Leave a comment

Twinstar

got a job

August 7, 2007 in job, me myself and I | 5 comments

I will work on Helicopters now…its going to be challenging and new but i think it should be a good job for me. And I think I will go on a couple rides.

 

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