Before I began my travel agency, I looked into becoming a car or airplane painter. I always found it to be really interesting after I went through my Pimp My Ride phase. I had a friend in the business who was an airplane painter. His name was Jim and he showed me a rundown of how it works. Before the plane is put together, the painters will paint over the metal and create the logos for the respective companies the planes will be going to. I took my two weeks of vacation to visit him in Daytona Beach to see how the work unfolded. He let me sit in on one of his sessions. It was truly masterful how he moved. The precision and detail that he used to paint the pieces was incredible.
After watching him for a few hours, he let me try my hand at painting. He let me hold the nozzle of that was attached to a portable air compressor. It was exhilarating to feel the paint spray over so evenly and smoothly over the metal. It was as if I was air brushing a Kardashian. By the end of it, I was ready to make the jump into painting. Jim asked me if I was sure that I wanted to make a career of it because I had been a travel agent prior. He advised me to come in for a few more sessions with him to see whether after a few more days of painting, if I would be just as excited about it. I felt wholeheartedly ready because I was sick of my job at Orbitz.
The next day when I came back the painting couldn’t be done because there were issues with the portable air compressor. Jim tried to fix the issue, but I think he had made it worse. His knowledge of portable air compressors wasn’t as extensive as he had made it out to be. Worried about his safety, I decided to take things into my own hands and I called for an air compressor service and repair technician to come out as soon as possible to take a look at the compressor.
When the guy showed up, he asked who had tampered with the compressor and everyone pointed at Jim and laughed. The technician pulled Jim in close to him and told him to pay attention to what he was doing. He showed Jim where he had gone wrong, gave him a few suggestions and told him to write down step-by-step what he was doing so he would have a better idea of what to do in the future.
I spent a few more days with Jim after that, and I hate to admit it, but he was right. As fun and exciting as painting was the first couple of days, it wasn’t for me. It became tedious by day four and I wanted to be behind my desk again. But, I didn’t want to be working for a big corporation that didn’t care much about its clients. I wanted to open up a company that cares about its customers and wants to make sure they are loved.