My name is Chris Koehl (aka “CK”).
Just 20 years ago, I worked as a service electrician.
Grinding away for "da man" 55 plus hours a week. I wasn’t struggling to make ends meet. Although things were great, one little problem gnawed away at my insides.
You see, I became an electrician at 16. By the age of 24, I felt like I had hit the jackpot. At least that's what I thought. My niche was Carnival rides. Ferris Wheels, Tilt-A-Whirls, Zippers, Merry-Go-Rounds, etc. Name the ride, and I wired, assembled - and in some cases - transported them.
For a young guy, it was fun work, and I was making decent money. I had a blast. Not for long, though. A couple of years later, reality came crashing in on me like a ton of bricks.
I began hating my job.