It was a wilder ride than I ever could have dreamed up. I entered in school and this profession during the recession, which had me and just about every one of my peers second-guessing ourselves as to whether we were waisting our time.
I gained experience where I could during college but it was slim pickin's. The most desperate was driving 2.5 hours on a regular basis just to get paid low wages, but I needed the experience. Once I graduated and passed the FS, there was nothing local, so I applied all up the Eastern sea board. I was prepared to move 8 hours away, but then a job opened up semi-local. It was the only job listed for surveying in my entire state and by some type of guidance from above it was granted to me instead of the other 80 or so candidates. So I moved 4 hours South and began a career with a great mentor in a challenging, but fun and fair work environment. Couldn't have asked for anything better.
I got complacent, though. I didn't keep studying for the PS like I should have. It was just difficult to do from some of the high stress weeks we'd have at the office and my personal life took many hits as well (I proudly made my contribution to the land surveyor divorce rate). All together, I waited a year longer than I should have to take the PS, but there's no one to blame but myself. I knuckled down and buckled down and did the deed.
After being wore out from some long days, I'd fire up the coffee pot and hit the books till past midnight every night. I still was getting distracted at home so I started just staying at the office or going to a coffee shop. It may sound weird, but I studied better at those places because, hey, if I'm making the effort to go somewhere and study, I better study!
I often thought what would happen if I received news of passing. Would I yell out? Hug the nearest person? Would this grown man cry? .......I ended up getting the email on the john in a Sears department store while Christmas shopping. "YEESSS!!!"(followed by Tiger Woods fist-bump) For the men beside me, I thought of Tom Arnold's character in the first Austin Powers when he's really confused as to what's happening in the stall beside him.
Anyway, I'm thanking people who've helped me along the way, and this forum is one of them!
I've heard of being so happy you could just sh** but this is going a bit too far I believe.
Congratulations.
Congrats! But who takes a sh*t in a department store?
Yeah, it's a scary place to do "your business", these days. The woods seem so much safer!
Congrats!
Nate
Congratulations!!! I to just recently passed and know the feeling. Enjoy it!!!
Rich., post: 403449, member: 10450 wrote: Congrats! But who takes a sh*t in a department store?
...a man of desperation
Good for you, man! It is no easy task. You did it!
Nate The Surveyor, post: 403452, member: 291 wrote: Yeah, it's a scary place to do "your business", these days. The woods seem so much safer!
Congrats!
Nate
http://gizmodo.com/how-to-poop-in-the-woods-1599311733&apos ;">How To Poop In The Woods
http://gizmodo.com/how-to-poop-in-the-woods-1599311733 😉
Wow, that guy made something so simple sound really complicated.
I'm with Nate, I skip the gas stations and stores, go right for the woods whenever I have an on-the-road emergency
[SARCASM]Don't you have to ask permission from the bears to use their space?[/SARCASM]
Bill93, post: 403605, member: 87 wrote:
Don't you have to ask permission from the bears to use their space?
YOU can ask the bear(s), I tend to avoid them. 😉
I overheard the bears saying, "do humans poop in the woods? Yes! Say, does your nose work?"
🙂
old2969, post: 402277, member: 12214 wrote: It was a wilder ride than I ever could have dreamed up. I entered in school and this profession during the recession, which had me and just about every one of my peers second-guessing ourselves as to whether we were waisting our time.
I gained experience where I could during college but it was slim pickin's. The most desperate was driving 2.5 hours on a regular basis just to get paid low wages, but I needed the experience. Once I graduated and passed the FS, there was nothing local, so I applied all up the Eastern sea board. I was prepared to move 8 hours away, but then a job opened up semi-local. It was the only job listed for surveying in my entire state and by some type of guidance from above it was granted to me instead of the other 80 or so candidates. So I moved 4 hours South and began a career with a great mentor in a challenging, but fun and fair work environment. Couldn't have asked for anything better.
I got complacent, though. I didn't keep studying for the PS like I should have. It was just difficult to do from some of the high stress weeks we'd have at the office and my personal life took many hits as well (I proudly made my contribution to the land surveyor divorce rate). All together, I waited a year longer than I should have to take the PS, but there's no one to blame but myself. I knuckled down and buckled down and did the deed.
After being wore out from some long days, I'd fire up the coffee pot and hit the books till past midnight every night. I still was getting distracted at home so I started just staying at the office or going to a coffee shop. It may sound weird, but I studied better at those places because, hey, if I'm making the effort to go somewhere and study, I better study!
I often thought what would happen if I received news of passing. Would I yell out? Hug the nearest person? Would this grown man cry? .......I ended up getting the email on the john in a Sears department store while Christmas shopping. "YEESSS!!!"(followed by Tiger Woods fist-bump) For the men beside me, I thought of Tom Arnold's character in the first Austin Powers when he's really confused as to what's happening in the stall beside him.
Anyway, I'm thanking people who've helped me along the way, and this forum is one of them!
The road to being licensed is difficult. I became licensed in 1993, my approach to the exam was a little different. The first time I sat, I sat after having done no studying all and was basically looking to see what I should study. Needless to say, I failed and hit the books for the second round, waking up at 4 AM everyday to hit the books before work. I was confident when I took the exam the second time, thinking that I had nailed it, only to find that I had come just short of passing and was wondering how that could be. Having remembered allot of the questions I went back to the books again looking for the answers until sitting in my recliner watching football one Sunday afternoon, the answer came to me. After reading all the case law and rulings I tricked myself into answering the questions as if I were the Judge. I then stopped studying and sat for my third exam where I breezed through all the sections of the exam finishing long before most of my peers, which, pretty much worried me. I will never forget the feeling of going to the mail box on Valentines Day in 1993 and finding an envelope from the State Board and almost didn't want to open it because it felt too thin with no forms included to register for the next exam. 23 years later I will never forget the incredible feeling of seeing that I had passed the exam. That license has taken me on journeys that I never thought in a million years I would go on. I'm now an Executive in an Engineering & Surveying firm and still am deeply enjoying my profession. Congrats on your becoming a Licensed Professional, it's a great accomplishment! Good luck in your future endeavors!
Congrats. Good luck with the road it takes you on.
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