namcot1975 :
I worked at a TV repair shop in early 1970s while in college. My job was to run house calls to repair TVs in home if possible and to bring the ones that can't be repaired in home back to the shop. All size of TVs. From a 19" portable to a 25" console to a 25" combo in a long wooden cabinet with one big speakers on each end of the cabinet and a turntable and radio built into the cabinet. If the shop wasn't too busy and we could spare an extra outside serviceman, most of the time I was running my service calls and doing pickup and delivery by myself, moving those TVs into homes and into apartments on 2nd and 3rd floors, negotiating tiny stairwells, grrring them over stair rails and thru narrow front doors in all weather, hot and cold, except rain and snow, which are not good for electronics. Today generation is weak from being on their butt since toddler age sitting in front of screens, not ever going outside to play. Never experienced hardship, adversity, hard work, the value of a dollar. Everything handed to them: a brand new car as soon as they get their driver's licenses at 16. I worked 3 years starting at 15 years old, part time after school and full time during summer breaks, making $1.50 per hour, saving every penny nickel dime, to buy my first set of wheels at 18. A used 4 years old Ford van, 67,000 miles, 4 cylinders, no AC, no such thing as power windows or door locks, AM radio, dent on one side, paint job faded, rust in the body, for $400. BUT IT WAS MINE! I worked sweat and blood and tears and long hours of going home at 2 am just to be back by 9 am to earn the money to buy it. NOTHING WAS HANDED TO ME!
2025-07-26 05:26:24