Joining the military
I graduated high school and had absolutely no intension of joining the military. No one in my family was ever in the military. I moved to the Kansas City three days after graduation, ready to start my life. I thought I knew everything that I needed to get by in the city. I was hired at a job making ten dollars and eighty cents an hour, which was a lot of money to me. My job required that I needed to be there at six forty five in the morning. I had a forty five minute drive in the morning, which meant I needed to be up around five thirty and leave around six. I was bringing in over three hundred dollars a week, so I was quite alright with getting up early.
I made friends pretty quick. I started hanging out with them after I was off work and partying into the early hours of the morning. Five thirty came earlier and earlier every morning and being hung over and going into work was not going over well with my foreman. After a while I would miss work because I would not hear the alarm clock go off or I just turned it off and went back to sleep. I ended up getting moved to different job sites because my foreman did not like my discipline when it came to showing up on time for work.
The winter came around and I ended up getting laid off. The money stopped coming in and the reality of my actions for not showing up or being late caught up with me, at least for a little bit. I was only eighteen years old, so when I got another job I was back to the same thing; staying out late, partying, showing up to work late, and sometimes not showing up to work at all. As a result, I ended up losing that job. This continued for the next year but I did not care; I just wanted to have fun. The way I viewed working was simple; I wanted to work when it was convenient for me but was not really concerned about the company. I went to parties that I thought I had to attend and stayed up late with everyone which led to my tardiness or absence from...