Everything I learned in locksmith school was important to me. The variety oftools intrigued and amazed me, especially when I discovered that using tools didn’trequire very much strength as I had previously thought. I bolstered with pride that Iwas learning the mysterious secrets of the ancient trade. In my earlier years, I haddropped out of high school, consequently; my choice of jobs were limited. Theprospect of an occupation other then tolerating the clumsy drooling drunks thatfrequented the lounges at which I had worked, delighted me. The Institute of Lock Technology was going to prosper me, free my evenings, and guide me into asuccessful career that I could take pride in. Three months later I earned my certificate and I rushed to the county licensingagency to obtain my new status, a locksmith. The license gave me authority to carryspecial tools that they bar other citizens from owning. This detail was meaningfulbecause it made me feel special and confirmed that I had achieved a bonafide trade.Next I headed to Armstrong Lock & Safe, a wholesaler to lock smiths, and steppedin to open an account. After ordering a small fortune worth of picks, Slim Jims anda variety of other specialty tools, I smugly entered Tool Town to request asophisticated twelve volt, battery operated, power drill and some Lenox hole saws.My last stop was Home Depot where I purchased drill bits, tool boxes and a Dewaltjig saw. Despite the unappreciated help from the salesmen I managed to findexactly what I was looking for. I knew tools, tool brands and tool usage and I wasannoyed with male personnel who insisted on advising me. When I got home, I was excited to hear the message from the school thatannounced that they had found work for me. Immediately I called my prospectiveemployer who asked me to show up Monday morning at eight. He owned a well-established business and I jumped at the opportunity. I was impressed that he choseme above se...
