On Becoming Journeyed; Four lessons I have learned the hard way as a trade woman.

  I have recently officially received my papers showing I have completed my apprenticeship.  I have endured 6000 workplace hours, taken four levels of electrical schooling, and am now called a journeyman/journeywoman/journeyperson.  I have been working towards this accomplishment vehemently for about five years, and oh, what a journey it has been.  I am now … Continue reading On Becoming Journeyed; Four lessons I have learned the hard way as a trade woman.

NEARING THE END OF MY APPRENTICESHIP, WHAT I HAVE LEARNED.

  I have been taking my sweet time in finishing my apprenticeship. I still don’t feel ready to be called a journey person, but I feel close.   I have learnt how to make a good mechanical tie between two conductors, and grown to understand the meaning behind the neat and tidy electrical work, assuming it … Continue reading NEARING THE END OF MY APPRENTICESHIP, WHAT I HAVE LEARNED.

BULLIED, SELF ESTEEM, ENDURANCE AND WIT.

Right before I head to my second year of schooling, where I will finally learn all about single phase AC (Alternating Current) electricity (because in your first year you only touch on DC,  Direct Current), I am stuck on a substation site as an electrical apprentice and first aid attendant with one other worker, Tim … Continue reading BULLIED, SELF ESTEEM, ENDURANCE AND WIT.

Getting Comfortable With Myself Makes Other People Comfortable With Me Too

In the back seat of a 4X4 black pick-up truck, country music blasting on the radio, I chuckle at the jokes I’ve heard a million times before coming from the two short stalky country boys in the front seat. We are carpooling home from work. Our driver, Ross, whom is also our foreman, says: 'This … Continue reading Getting Comfortable With Myself Makes Other People Comfortable With Me Too

WOMENS COMMITTEE, TREEPLANTING AND LOVE

It’s a weeknight at around 7:00 PM, somewhere in a sub-urban neighborhood, sheltered by commercial box stores and busy sidewalk lined streets. I can hear traffic, and smell food cooking.  We are outside a pub, and I am listening to a few other women carry on a conversation about motorcycles, because they like to ride … Continue reading WOMENS COMMITTEE, TREEPLANTING AND LOVE