Bend craigslist

Hello! We are a nearly 40 year old company - Class Act Maid Service - in the Raleigh area and we are looking to grow our team. We are looking for full time people but are happy to discuss your situation if you would like an alternate schedule. We would even consider summer positions for college students looking for a good summer job. Our number one priority is our awesome staff, and our second priority is our awesome customers. Come talk to us!!
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Here is our "official" pitch (as seen on Craigslist):
Class Act Maid Service is growing and looking for great people to join our successful firm.
We are a premiere local home cleaning service, serving our greater Raleigh customers for over 38 years.
We are seeking dedicated, dependable people to play an integral part in our operation. We love our customers, and our customers love us! We have great colleagues, and maintain a positive work culture.
We prefer individuals with some experience but we do fully train all new employees. You will have the tools, training, equipment and support you need to be successful.
We are seeking to add FULL TIME positions but we always prioritize great people. Call our office at 919-876-5253, send us an email, or use the link below to schedule your interview, and we can discuss your situation.
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People who are independent, organized, and motivated will be successful in this role.
Job Description: • Full Time, Monday-Friday, Daytime Schedule 8:15am thru approx. 5pm • Saturdays occasionally / if desired by Employer and Employee • When and if applicable, overtime pay • Drive to and efficiently perform regularly scheduled cleanings at client homes • Uphold all of our quality standards for cleanliness and sanitation, as established by our company policies • No shift work, no evening or night work. No regular weekend work. Not dependent on tips. • Vehicle, gasoline, supplies, and all equipment are provided by the employer • Work independently after you are fully trained
Compensation: • These are full-time, hourly, and overtime-eligible positions offering competitive pay and benefits. • Excellent starting pay at $15 To $20 an hour – $600 to $800 paid weekly • $250 sign-up bonus and wage increase after 60 days. Great customer service is always rewarded. • Opportunity for career growth with a growing business
Benefits: • Paid Time Off for 6 Holidays including Your Birthday • Vacation Time • Worker’s Compensation • We are a professional and insured company – Come meet us!
Requirements: • You must be physically able to perform routine housecleaning duties requiring bending, kneeling, and carrying 25 pounds (like a vacuum cleaner or cleaning supplies) • Must be able to communicate well in English. • NO FELONY POLICE RECORD - No felonies or arrests for theft issues of any type • Must have drivers license and be legally eligible to work in the United States
Call our office at 919-876-5253, send an email, or use the link above to schedule an interview appointment.

https://www.paulinalakelodge.com/boat-rentals
I'm taking a trip to Bend in June and plan to rent a pontoon boat for a family day trip, putz around, do a short hike, etc.
We are looking at Paulina Lake.
Can you give me advice on what fishing rig to bring? I'm fairly new to fishing, but I have 4 'trout' poles I've used to catch rainbows in the river near me.
Will be with grandparents, parents, and young kids.
I've got a full tackle box of stuff I picked up from craigslist.
Please share advice for what I could use to fish off the side of the pontoon boat in an alpine lake?

https://www.paulinalakelodge.com/boat-rentals
I'm taking a trip to Bend in June and plan to rent a pontoon boat for a family day trip, putz around, do a short hike, etc.
We are looking at Paulina Lake.
Can you give me advice on what fishing rig to bring? I'm fairly new to fishing, but I have 4 'trout' poles I've used to catch rainbows in the river near me.
Will be with grandparents, parents, and young kids.
I've got a full tackle box of stuff I picked up from craigslist.
Please share advice for what I could use to fish off the side of the pontoon boat in an alpine lake?

Hello! I'm considering getting a small lathe for working little parts, custom bolts/threading in general is a very big point for what I'm doing. I've been looking at this listing:
https://newjersey.craigslist.org/tls/d/paramus-south-bend-model-metal-lathe/7620813374.html
And also this listing: https://newyork.craigslist.org/wch/tls/d/port-chester-south-bend-model-vintage/7605812371.html
Do any of you have any input on if its a good idea? Thank you!

Timestamps in general
local is 98001, prioritizing local trades for 24 hours before seriously entertaining outright sales. Comment "PM local" if you are willing to make the drive to the 98001 and I will prioritize responding to you first
Asking $200 2080 Ti local cash or trade value, $350 shipped (I really don't want to ship but I will if you'll overpay in my eyes, sorry) Pls, READ THE DESCRIPTION BELOW. It works great but it has been driven hard. VERY HARD. Traded locally.
Asking $150 for the 9900k local cash or trade value, $170 shipped. Sold to u/LGCJairen for shipped asking
Motherboard is a local giveaway, priority goes to a local buyetrader of the CPU. Once the CPU is gone I will give this board to someone locally. READ THE DESCRIPTION below.
I really want an Arc a380 card or the Gigabyte PCIe bus powered GTX 1650. Preference for the ASRock Challenger edition. I will trade the Challenger a380 $150 against either the CPU or GPU. I'll trade the gigabyte card @ $120
I am also in need of a nice heatsink/fan combo for AM4 capable of handling Ryzen 9 chips and physically compatible w/ the Asus Crosshair VIII Impact. If you aren't sure, PM me what you got and I'll verify compatibility and interest and we'll negotiate a price for credit towards the CPU or GPU. Not interested in AIOs what-so-ever. I have several lying around.
Have another trade in mind? Sure, I will consider it, but I am mostly well covered otherwise. Never hurts to try.
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* The i-9 9900k needs no introduction. I bought this from a friend who owns a PC repair and parts shop. It was his personal chip for years until he went 5950x. Runs great. I never OC'd it and he said he ran it on an open loop @ 4.9GHz, no AVX offset, 1.25vCore. I mention his reported use as an advisory only. This chip was overclocked. This chip runs great and fully stable at stock settings and that is all I can personally vouch for. Under the motherboard description there are links to 3d mark bench results of it running w/ the mobo at full default settings and an RTX 4090.
* The motherboard I picked up on Craigslist of all places for $30. This board has two damaged components to note. One the overclocking wheel, two (1) of (2) USB 3.0 headers has bent pins seen to the right in this image No bent CPU socket pins, boots with the 9900k and I played a dozen or so hours of Days Gone and Vive Pro VR wirelessly w/ body trackers validating it's stability with an RTX 4090 I was also validating. Since it is damaged physically I will only give this away locally w/ the CPU if desired or by itself. NO SHIPPING Here are links of the 3dmark testing of the CPU and board combo w/ an RTX 4090 GPU
https://www.3dmark.com/spy/34460530
https://www.3dmark.com/spy/34402071
https://www.3dmark.com/p2035803
https://www.3dmark.com/fs/29233111
https://www.3dmark.com/sw/235021
https://www.3dmark.com/spy/34460530
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* The RTX 2080 Ti FTW3 Ultra I bought as soon as I could snag it after launch. It spent about a month on the air cooler, a few months with the EVGA hybrid kit, and the rest of its life until March 2023 with a Hydro Copper block on it. It never exceeded 55c core after being put on the hybrid cooler or 50c once part of a dual 560mm rad loop.

• it has micron memory modules. Under water they were good for +1000MHz memory offset and it's where I ran it for years. On air the card's max fully stable memory offset is 800MHz
• FYI This card was run waaaaaaaaay harder than a mining card in the sense that when I wasn't gaming or using my system for something heavy, it ran overclocked at max power doing [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected]). 375w card power 24x7 since launch more or less. I figure that's part of why it has the EVGA thermal pad sweat on the backplate a little heavier than typical. I repadded the backplate w/ Thermal Grizzly Minus 8 pads I had spare during a loop maintenance 2 years ago. Be advised
• I have put the air cooler back on (obviously from the timestamps) here is the bone stock air cooler Timespy stability test. I used some el cheapo thermal pads when reattaching the stock air cooler. Nice and squishy; full contact with the cooling assembly and PCB component they're above. After using both w/ 17w/mk and 11w/mk fujipoly pads in the past and learning the pain in the ass it is to make sure everything is in contact while not bending a card PCB I just wasn't going to bother with it on this card's final application by me. It's functional, the gains are really only noticeable on mem bank 3 for this card on the air cooler and its not enough to get extra stable memory offset for this particular card. Trust me. I did use Thermal Grizzly Kryonaut Extreme on the GPU die.
• I still have two Hydro Coppers for it, will give away w/ card upon request

I keep losing time.
10 hours.
It's always 10 hours.
What I lost comes back to me in nightmares that I can't decipher. I'm strapped to a bed. I can't move. I can't scream. There's something sharp--- the point of a needle getting closer and closer to me. It's been nearly two weeks since my interview at Starbucks Coffee. And I'm sure the video I was made to watch as part of my induction did something to me. It's done something to my head. That's why I'm losing time. Why I feel like I'm losing myself.
Whatever happened to me--and the other interviewee's at the back of Starbucks Coffee, it's rooted itself into the back of my head. I'm counting. All the time. I wake up counting. I fall asleep counting. And I don't know why. I don't know why because most of my day has been torn from me and I'm left with fragments I'm trying to piece together--like a jigsaw puzzle. I'm sorry if this post makes no sense. I can barely decipher my own memories, and what I have managed to salvage is coming out more like incoherent babbling. I'm trying to write as calmly as I can, but I don't have much time. I don't know how much time I have, because I should be doing something right now. I should be somewhere else--not here.
The voices in my head, the ones that hurt me, the ones that tell me to count back from ten--they're pulling on my thoughts. They're in my head.
They're in my head.
They're in my head.
I've lived out seven days since I initially posted here, and I can barely remember any of them. I can remember small things like eating breakfast with my roommate and grabbing milk from the store. I can remember phone calls with my mother. But the rest of it? Gone. I don't remember going to class. I don't remember going to work, but I must be--because there's always an empty Starbucks cup on my bedside. Like a reminder. My name scrawled on the front in black marker pen. It's my handwriting. Always a triple venti, half-sweet, non-fat Caramel Macchiato.
I don't remember writing It. I don't remember a lot of things, and it's starting to drive me crazy. My life is being sucked down a plug-hole and I can't get it back. Whatever I'm doing, though, I know it has something to do with Starbucks. It has something to do with Anna and the video she had forced me to watch.
Yesterday, I awoke counting-- to that same noise, the one that ripped into my brain when the grinning woman on the video had been crawling inside my head, seeping into my thought process and slowly taking control.
I was on the floor curled into myself. My body ached. Like I'd willingly thrown myself through a meat grinder. It took me several seconds to fully come to. I was on my back in the same clothes from the day before. They felt filthy, sticking to my palmy flesh. I stared at the ceiling for a moment, trying to get control of my own mind, my own lips-- but I was still mouthing numbers.
Ten. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to think of something else, anything else. But the countdown was cemented in my brain. Nine. When I tried to force my lips into my control, the opening of a song I liked--a poem I'd written in my sophomore year of high school--the numbers took over. Eight. I shook my head. Seven. I waited for six, but six never came. Instead my lips kept going in flux, mouthing the same number. Seven. Seven. Seven. When I sat up, dazedly blinking through morning sunlight, I glimpsed something on my bed. A tiny camera. Next to it was a USB cable and my laptop sitting idle.
The last thing I could fully recall was helping my roommate drag in a sofa she'd bought off of Craigslist. But even that was blurry. My bedroom was dark. The bedside lamp I normally kept on all night--was off.
My jacket was flung on the bed, next to the laptop--and bizarrely, my phone was on the other side of the room. Leaving my phone to charge, I set up the camera. It was brand new, but I had no memory of buying it. When the device pinged on my laptop I double clicked--and whatever footage I'd managed to record popped up, what looked like the reflection of an eye shrouded in darkness. I was about to press play when my bedroom door flung open, my roommate Cass poking her head through. She looked half asleep, blinking through dark hair hanging in her eyes. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?" Cass's voice was a soft croak through a yawn.
Her gaze fell on the laptop and the camera in my lap. "What are you doing?"
I shut the laptop. "Work?" My gaze went to the empty Starbucks cup sitting on my bedside table. A job, I thought. I had a job I couldn't remember going to.
The last time I remembered stepping foot in the coffee shop was the night of my induction. After that, I'd slept for three days. Though I was starting to wonder if I'd really been sleeping. I was living a whole other life without even knowing. Maybe I was crazy, I thought dizzily. My aunt had a brain tumour--what if that was what it was?
I could vaguely remember being sixteen and googling the symptoms, pulling up a WebMD page. Memory loss, confusion, headaches. I wasn't sure about hallucinations. But could that really be it?
Had everything I'd seen been some mismatched delusion?
"Yeah, work." Cass said, snapping me out of it.
"Considering how obsessed you are with this new job I figured you would have gone by now."
"I'm not obsessed."
She scoffed. "Uh-huh. I personally believe you've been brainwashed. It's the only logical explanation."
That was ironic.
Cass cleared her throat when I didn't answer. "Hey. Earth to Maki. Are you okay?"
"Yeah." I lied. "What time is it?"
She shrugged. "Half eight. You were supposed to be at work like half an hour ago." Cass cocked her brow. "Funny. You don't seem to care this morning. Which is weird since you practically live there with all your new friends."
I ran my fingers through my hair. It felt like straw. "Live there?"
"Yeah." Rolling her eyes, my roommate scowled. "You're barely at home, Maki. Didn't you get back late? Aren't you tired?"
I had to think about that. Was I tired? I felt like shit, sure. My head was pounding and my body ached. But I wasn't tired. Before I could answer her, Cass shot me a smile. "Just promise me, okay? Don't dump college for a Barista job. It might seem fun right now, but you need to think long term. It's something to think about."
"Cass--"
She cut me off, disappearing back down the hall. "You're going to get fired if you don't move your ass!"
Shuffling off my bed I stretched. My mouth was dry, like I hadn't drank in hours. "Can you make me coffee?"
"I'm half naked!" Came her squeaked reply.
It's not like I wanted to go to work. But I did want to know what was going on. I wanted to know why hours of my life were being sucked away, and I was left with splintered pieces. Pieces that didn't matter.
The nightmares bled back into the forefront of my mind. Starched white walls and a ceiling, intense golden light blinding me--gloved fingers curled around a scalpel which was inching closer and closer to me. They didn't feel like the night terrors I had as a kid. The ones I could brush away. These ones felt real. Like they had happened. My Starbucks induction was still playing in my head. The test with mind bending questions that messed with my psyche--and the coffee I was sure Anna had drugged to lower my inhibitions.
Whatever she subjected me to was causing my blackouts, but what exactly had the video done to me? The question enveloped my thoughts while I showered quickly, changing into fresh clothes and grabbing my bag. I was stepping out of my apartment, a dry piece of toast hanging out of my mouth, my hands in my hair trying to tie a decent pony--when a figure loomed into view. The guy was leaning against the doorframe. No longer in a bright yellow hoodie, he wore a fitted jacket over a shirt and jeans. A pair of raybans slicked dark brown hair back.
"Finally." He said in a breath. His expression was bright, but I noticed dark shadows under his eyes. His cheeks had a pallid look to them, like they were drained of colour. "We started work like an hour ago."
I was speechless for a moment. It was one of the other interviewee's.
"You're..." I dug for a name but my mind was blank.
The guy's lips curved slightly. "Sam." He said. "You've forgotten my name already, huh? Ouch!"
I started to walk, quickening my pace. "Sorry. Brain blank."
He shrugged, sticking to my side. "Hey, it's cool! Though I am slightly offended, you're looking at me like I've just grown a third arm."
I knew him. That's what my mind was telling me--at least. I'd been working with him for a week. When I racked my brain, however, there was nothing. Even when part of me knew of laughing with him about TV shows none of us watched, kicking through fall leaves on the way to work and awkwardly asking him to fix the coffee machine for me. So many memories and none of them felt right. "How do you know where I live?"
The words were spewing out of my mouth before I could stop them. I took quick steps down the apartment block stairs, eager to lose him. I expected my sour tone to scare him off but Sam was right behind me. "Uh, we walk to work together?" He said when I pushed open the swinging doors leading outside. The street was alive with the morning rush-hour, and I was grateful for it. Sam followed me as I pushed through a group of school kids. He was practically breathing down my neck. "Also, you're late. Our boss is having an aneurysm."
"You mean Anna?" I said breathlessly, and he responded with a scoff.
The cool breeze was a relief on my cheeks, blowing my hair from my eyes. When I crossed the road I glimpsed something in the corner of my eye. At first I thought it was a dog, but it was too small. When I got closer, fastening my pace, I realised I was seeing a rabbit. A small white rabbit in the middle of the sidewalk. I blinked rapidly, but it was still there. It was the rabbit I'd seen after I'd taken the test at the job induction. Sam was talking, I realized. But his voice had collapsed into white noise. He was talking about work—something about a ring getting stuck in the trash disposal and an argument with Rich. I couldn't concentrate on his words. All I could see was the rabbit. It looked so out of place, a piece of my own personal nightmare sitting on a mundane street of grey on a weekday morning. I had to know if I was losing my mind. When I edged forwards, the rabbit turned and started to bounce across cracks in the walk, hopping between people's legs. It wasn't real, I told myself. Except it was. It was real. I was staring at it and it wasn't wavering or blurring out of view. Before I could hesitate I was catapulting into a run. I was aware of Sam yelling my name but my attention was on the rabbit.
I couldn't stop myself, like my body had a mind of its own.
I was counting again--my lips mouthing each number. The pain in my head was back, cruel--slicing into the back of my skull. It felt like something was there, protruding into my brain. Ten. I threw myself into a sprint. Nine. The rabbit didn't move for a second, seemingly waiting for me to get close enough for my fingers to graze the back of its fur. Eight. I was closing in, tearing down the walk, bumping shoulders with people whose responses were like gibberish. I could hear them—but I also couldn't.
They were like Sam. Incoherent. Seven. My lips burned with the number like it was poison on my tongue. Seven, I remember thinking. Why couldn't I get past seven?
"Watch out!" A voice was yelling, but I couldn't concentrate on it. I couldn't concentrate on anything but the number seven, and the rabbit in my reach. I was so close. A dull fog settled over my vision, my head starting to spin like I was going round and round on a carousel. I was back in the white room with the TV in front of me.
The presenter was on screen—her smile stretched across her face. "Very good!"
Her screech was rooted inside my head. "Now, how do we make a mocha again?"
I could hear myself reply, my voice an emotionless drawl symphonizing with the others. The memory took me off guard and I almost went flying.
Though seeing more of what had been torn from me only gave me more incentive to catch the rabbit. They had messed with my head, I thought. They'd drugged me and then fucked with my head—making me see rabbits. Making me question my sanity. I pumped my arms faster and had my hands stretched out to scoop it up when something flew past me, tearing the breath from my lungs. The air seemed to turn boiling hot, fumes hitting me in the face. Warm fingers wrapped themselves around my wrist in a tight hold and yanked me back. Reality contorted back into focus. I was standing in front of a main road, cars flying past. Commuters were frowning at me. Like I was crazy.
I'd just chased after an imaginary rabbit in broad daylight. I was fucking crazy. Sam was bent over gasping for breath, his hands on his knees.
"Okay, whatever you're smoking, hand it over. It better be good weed."
I shook my head, my cheeks burning. "Did you see that?"
"See what?" He straightened up. "You mean your attempt to throw yourself into a truck? Yeah, I did! What the fuck, dude?"
"There was..." I trailed off, looking for the rabbit. But I was just looking at empty air.
"What?" Sam spluttered. "What did you see?"
Instead of answering him I stayed silent. Maybe what was best. I wouldn't say it was a comfortable silence because Sam kept whistling in odd intervals before stopping abruptly. It was jarring. The way he whistled. Like each melody meant something. A youngish woman walked by pushing a stroller, but when I looked closer it was empty. There was a blanket and toys--but no baby.
Swallowing something warm climbing back up my throat I focused on Sam. He looked to be deep in thought, his gaze flicking to each passer-by in quick succession. I noticed he looked nothing like the guy I'd met on the night of our induction. He had hid under a yellow hoodie and didn't want to be seen. This guy seemed to full body scan every person that passed him with a simple glance.
"Sam." Saying his name felt a mixture of wrong and right, like I knew him—but at the same time I didn't. I wanted to know—then. I wanted to know if Sam was seeing the same shit as me. If he was going crazy too.
His gaze snapped to me. "Yeah?"
"Are you blacking out?"
"That's a weird question to ask after trying to kill yourself."
"Are you?" I pressed.
Sam shrugged, kicking through a pile of fall leaves scattering the sidewalk. "Not that I know of," He murmured, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I pass out at work sometimes, but that's the night shift. It fucks with my head."
"There isn't a night shift." I said. I knew that because I'd been on a late night coffee run during finals. The place was closed. I'd even knocked on the door. So, if the store was closed, what the hell was I doing all night?
Sam shot me a look and dug in his jacket for a pack of cigarettes and pulled one out, lighting it up. "For new employee's they're extending the opening hours, Maki. It's for our training. Anna told us like a thousand times."
Nodding slowly, I followed his words. "Right. So, we work all night?"
"Yeah." He took a drag. "Seriously, what's going on?"
"I'm fine," I said dismissively, "Do you remember the night of our interview?"
"Sure. We watched that training video."
"And the test." I added.
Sam looked confused for a moment, before nodding. "Oh, yeah. That weird test. Yeah. Freaky shit."
"Right?" I hissed. "So, what I'm saying is—what if the test and the training video did something?"
"Like emotionally drain us?" Sam chuckled through another drag.
I lowered my voice. "No, I mean actually doing something to us. Like controlling us."
Sam laughed. Not a quiet laugh. A proper laugh, throwing his head back, his raybans slipping over his eyes. He pushed them back up. "Oh yeah, absolutely. Anna is a hothead. After several shifts I'm convinced she wants us to be some kind of supersonic barista force." He sent me a grin. "Who needs sleep, right? Not us."
"No, you don't understand what I'm saying," I gritted out. "I'm losing time. I'm losing ten hours every night, and I don't even know what I'm doing," I choked out a laugh which died in my throat. "You keep telling me I'm working with you, and we're colleagues—but since the night of our induction I have no memory of working."
"Sounds like you're burnt out." Sam shrugged, stepping over cracks in the sidewalk.
"Burnt out?"
"Yeah. Like I said, we've been doing long shifts. Hey, I can relate. I mean, we've been working the night shift for a week now and Anna is working us like dogs. So we're all bound to lose ourselves at some point, you know?" He shrugged with a smile. "Barista's, man. We're humanity's obedient freaks with a meagre wage."
His ignorance was driving me crazy. How could he be so dismissive? He remembered the test and the training video so it didn't make sense that he seemed unfazed by everything we'd been forcibly subjected to.
"And what about class?" I demanded.
"Hmm?"
"Class. You're a student!"
Sam's expression changed drastically, his eyes prickling with confusion. It almost looked like he was awakening from a trance. Like the fog over his eyes was clearing—even if it was just for a moment. "Class." He murmured, his tone soft and whimsical. "I haven't been to class in a while actually. Which is weird. In fact I was going to… I was going to do something."
His expression twisted, like he was trying to remember—but was finding nothing.
"That's what I'm saying." I whispered. "Sam, they did something to us."
He shook his head, seemingly snapping back to normal. "Nah, we're just--tired." Sam nodded, as if reassuring himself. "Yeah. We're tired. We're tired. That's why I forgot about—about class. We're tired."
His voice reminded me of my own during the training video. I shoved him. Hard.
"So you remember what we did last night?" I gritted out. "You remember the whole night?"
He hummed. "Yeah. It was pretty dead so Anna taught us how to make frappe's. You should know, you spilled one over yourself and snapped at a customer." His gaze snapped to me. "You do remember that, right?"
I didn't answer him.
I couldn't answer him—because I had no idea what the fuck he was talking about.
When the two of us finally walked through swinging doors into Starbucks I found myself overwhelmed by the warm glow in the store. Sam was back to his usual chipper self. It was fairly busy—a queue of around seven or eight people. Sam ushered me behind the counter and I had no idea what to do—where to go. The other two interviewees were working. The girl with the pretty blonde hair had her back to me blending fruit on the counter while the red haired boy was taking orders at the front. Neither of them spoke to me.
Sam flung his jacket in Anna's office and put his apron on before throwing me mine. I felt a sick sense of Déjà vu being back in her office. The four chairs were still there, though her desk was a lot tidier. All the paper work from last time was gone—her laptop sitting idle. I found myself staring at it before Sam grabbed my arm gently. "Okay, so you can start with orders or Ben will murder you," His laugh was light. "You know how much he hates talking to customers in the morning so he's pretty pissed. Also, I need you to put out prices for the raisin cakes. We don't have any left."
"Pissed is an understatement." The girl said, her tone sing-song as she reached on her tip-toes to grab a fresh batch of fruit. She moved in sync with the song on the radio, side-stepping to the beat. I found it hard to believe she was so lively and it wasn't even 10AM. When I sidled past her, she shot me a grin, though it quickly fizzled out. "What's up with you?"
Luna, I remembered her name. This time her blonde hair was in a neat pony, sticking through her Starbucks cap. When Sam hurried past carrying a tray of donuts, she nudged him with her elbow.
"What's up with her?"
He shrugged. "Tired, I guess." He caught my eye. "Orders, Maki. Don't just stand around."
So, Sam was a control freak—I quickly came to realize.
I nodded dizzily trying to tie my apron with trembling hands. Sam wandered off who knows where and I ended up taking orders. It wasn't as hard as I thought.
As soon as I had the notebook and pen in my hand and was actively asking people what they wanted—my hands worked on autopilot. Like I already knew what to do. A girl around a few years younger than me was next, but she ignored me, her gaze flicking to Ben who was struggling with the coffee machine. "Could I get a raspberry smoothie?" The girl slid over five dollars. I'd only known Ben maybe half an hour and I could tell he wasn't a morning guy. Luckily, Sam took over the coffee machine problem.
"Sure." Ben nodded at the girl and took the cash.
"See this," Sam mocked the narrator while he tinkered with the machine. He leaned into me teasingly. "Is a Ben in his natural habitat! If you look closely you'll see he's intentionally ignoring the female's advances. In fact a Ben has been shown to ignore advances from the male and female. He's baffling scientists everywhere. See, look. Here's a demonstration."
The way the girl was leaning into the counter trying to expose as much cleavage as possible made it inherently obvious what she really wanted. When Ben dumped a smoothie in front of her with way too much force, her lips quirked into a smile. "Could I get a straw?" She was talking directly to him when Sam and I were right there.
Sam nudged me. "See? Nothing."
Nodding, Ben grabbed a straw and pierced the top. "Enjoy."
The girl hummed. "Could I maybe get a number too?"
Ben leaned on his fist. "Fifty-six." He grumbled. His gaze snapped to a young kid in the queue. "Next."
The girl's mouth opened slightly like she was going to say something before she turned and stalked out.
"Wow." Sam straightened up. "That was brutal."
Luna laughed, her back to the three of us while she prepped smoothies. "It's like he's oblivious."
"Thanks." Ben rolled his eyes and turned to me with his arms folded. "Look who finally decided to get off her ass and turn up." He wasn't smiling, but there was a gleam of playfulness in his eyes. I knew it—at least that's what my brain told me.
"Ben." Sam worked like a robot, his hands doing seven things at once. Somehow. "Be nice."
"I am nice." The redhead rolled his eyes.
"It's the accent." Luna chirped. "The deadpan tone doesn't help."
"You're a deadpan tone." Ben ducked his head when the others started laughing, but I could definitely see the ghost of a smirk on his lips. My morning shift went surprisingly well. I knew where everything was, and I could make drinks without even thinking. The wrongness of it all kept coming over me, how unnatural it was to suddenly be talented at something I had no memory of doing, but I fell into a daze, enveloping in symphony with the others. It's weird.
It's like my brain refused to stop. Refused to take a break. When I wasn't doing something I was looking for something else to do. I made drinks I couldn't even pronounce and talked with the other three like we'd been friends our whole lives. It was wrong, a tiny voice in my head kept murmuring. Except I was always working with noise—whether that was the screeching of beans being blended or the radio blasting indie hits.
I was serving a customer around early evening when I glimpsed that all-too familiar ball of white behind the window. A woman ordered two expresso's and I made them with shaky hands. Turning back to serve her, I could see the rabbit at the corner of my eye. I looked away to put cash the customer had given me in the register, but when I risked a glance back—it was in the store, just behind two teenage girls. Again, it was so out of place. So wrong. The world was going on around me in a blur, and yet all I could see—all I could concentrate on—was the rabbit. It was getting closer every time I looked away or blinked. Leaning forward I squinted to see if once again I was seeing things. I couldn't be—but nobody else was seeing it. Nobody else was pointing it out. Which meant I really was fucking crazy, I thought. I was losing my mind. "Maki?"
Sam's hand was on my shoulder suddenly. When I twisted around to look at him, he was practically bouncing on the heels of his shoes impatiently. "I'm gonna need you to stop daydreaming, alright? Customers, dude."
"Two coffee's." The man wasn't even looking at me, his gaze stuck to his phone. When he did look up, his lips were moving—but I couldn't tell what he was saying. Instead, I was looking for the rabbit. It was inches from the counter staring up at me with beady eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut and willed it away, but it was still there. The others were working behind me. I was aware of Sam taking over my order and Ben lecturing Luna about something. Except all the sound had been sucked away, leaving my own breaths. I felt my arms fall to my sides.
I couldn't breathe. The time, I thought, suddenly. What was the time? I don't know why the words were in my head, scattered like alphabet soup- but they pushed their way to the forefront of my mind like they had always been there. I looked for the time. I was used to looking at the clock above the door. When I glanced at it, however, the numbers looked—backwards. Warped. Wrong. I stumbled back with a sharp cry and grabbed for my phone in my pocket.
When I looked at the time on my home screen it was the exact same. Wrong. The numbers were distorted and blurry like I was underwater. I dropped my phone. I knew I'd dropped it because I felt it slip from my fingers. The world seemed to fall away before my eyes. The ground was torn from beneath me and I was falling. I wasn't sure where. I could still hear the soft thump of the radio blasting, and voices.
Except I was somewhere else. I was somewhere I wasn't supposed to be, a place far away from my reality, far away from what I believed in. White walls. A silver ceiling. I was moving—fast.
The walls were flying by in a dizzying deluge I couldn't comprehend and my stomach was diving into my throat. I couldn't move. Something was restricting my arms and legs. There are voices around me drowned in white noise. When I open my mouth to cry out, cold hands shove my head back down. Figures. I glimpsed figures dancing around, silhouettes bleeding into the shadow. I was pushed through doors that looked familiar – and yet I'd never seen them before. Someone was looming over me—another faceless shadow prodding and poking me with sharp fingernails. The shadows spoke, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. Their lips moved but only gibberish came out.
"No. No, no, no. Get off me. Get off me!"
A panicked cry slipped into my ears. I knew it. When I lifted my head, straining from the velcro straps pinning down my torso—a guy was dragged past me. I knew from the flash of red curls caught in the dizzying light, who it was. It didn't look like him—not the guy I had just been working with. There was something wrapped around his head splashed different shades of red.
A bandage. Ben was being carried by two people in white. He was struggling, dragging his kicking feet. His arms were tied behind his back. I couldn't see his face. When I tried to see it, I only saw distortion. I only saw what my brain wanted me to see. I saw his feet, filthy and bloodied, scathing pristine white tiles as he was dragged further and further away. When Ben disappeared through a door at the end of the long winding corridor, I was pushed through another set of doors. The whole places seemed to be just that—doors. Doors that led into horrifying rooms illuminated in sickly light. "Where's Ben?" I said with no sound. I had no voice.
The words were tangled on my tongue. I kept asking it or trying to—but I was ignored. This time I saw a face. A real face I could identify. It was a man my dad's age.
His eyes were cold and calculating, lips twisted into a scowl. He leaned close and prodded the back of my head. Something was there. I could feel it protruding into me. A sickening crunch sent my stomach into my throat, and my response was to cry. But I couldn't cry.
My eyes were dry, my chest was heaving but where there should have been an emotional response, there wasn't. Pain. There was so much pain, and I couldn't stop it. My body reacted to his touch, spasming, but I couldn't stop it. I couldn't control my contorting limbs that were no longer mine. I screamed. I didn't hear my scream, but I felt it burning in my lungs.
Something was there—something was in my head. I felt it like a parasite, like a leech crawling into my brain. The man held no sympathy in his eyes. No mercy. Nothing. When he raised his hands to signal the others around him, his fingers were slick scarlet.
"Count back from 10." He ordered.
I did. I did when his fingers were in the back of my head once again—twisting.

1. The number slipped from my lips in a soft sob.

9
8
7
7
7
On the fourth seven garbled on my tongue, he plunged his fingers in once again. "It's not working." He grunted, turning to somebody out of my view. "Protocol 2193 was administered successfully. The subject seems to be having trouble following instructions. I'll need to do further tests which includes going deeper than I expected."
With him distracted I could only stare at the ceiling and wish death upon myself. I want to die, I thought dizzily. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. When something sharp stabbed into my head I felt something warm and wet slide down the back of my neck. I felt it dampening the sheets I was lying on. I started counting. I was counting when a tube was forced into my mouth and something dripped down the back of my throat. At first it was slow—drip, drip, drip. But then it was gushing through my lips, choking me, burning me inside out. The same man was there again. "Count back from 10 for me." His voice was far more gritted and impatient. I tried again. My lips were burning. My chest was burning. My body was burning. I don't remember the countdown.
What happened next came in rapid flashes like I was watching an old movie. Time seemed to jump forwards. This time I was standing in that same classroom in front of a desk. Something warm covered my ears. Sam, Luna and Ben were next to me. They weren't moving. I saw their feet. I saw toes caked with dirt. I saw Luna's hair hanging in tangled rattails in front of her face. This time a group of people stood before us.
"Hold out your arm." We were ordered.
When Sam stepped forward and pulled up his sleeve I glimpsed a number etched into his skin. I couldn't make it out no matter how hard I tried. My body was working against me on autopilot. I was ordered to take a step forwards and I did. Something cold pierced my skin—and I stopped thinking for a while, my mind swamped in cotton candy. I half came to sitting at a desk once again. The room was dark. The TV set was on—static blurring my vision. Anna was standing over me with a pinched expression. I felt her hands tip-toe across my scalp before retracting. She straightened up with a sigh. "Are they ready?" That same male grunt sliced into the silence.
Anna nodded. "Not fully. However, if you really want a demonstration, go ahead."
"Indeed." The man cleared his throat. The TV flicked to the bright blue screen. "Identify yourselves."
The words were coming out of my mouth, and I had no control over them. But I wasn't alone. Sam, Luna and Ben joined in, our voices once again in symphony. "Stand by. Project White Rabbit. Test three. Phase Two."
"Very good. Now, count back from 10."
We did—slowly. Another training video started, this time presented by a man. But it was mute. As the numbers fell effortlessly from my lips, I was tracking red squares once again, my eyes catching each one that hit corner to corner. When we were on the number four, the bulb above exploded, showering the room with glass. I didn't move. I couldn't move. 3. The desk I was sitting on started to rattle—and then the walls were shuddering. An earthquake was my initial thought. But when we reached 2 and then 1, I realized we were the ones doing it.
"Turn it off." The man ordered.
The TV was switched off and the room came to a standstill. Murmurs filled the air. Speech I couldn't understand.
"Agent Taryn. You said Mirror was a success."
"I did," Anna said. "There seems to be something interfering with the signal. Let me fix it."
The man nodded. "The initial stages went better than we expected. White Rabbit is on track to becoming one of our greatest breakthroughs yet."
"It's still a huge risk," Anna murmured, "If we fail, the consequences will be catastrophic—"
"What we're doing will benefit our children," The man cut her off. "Now. Allow me."
The TV was switched back on. "With all due respect, Agent Taryn. We will get better results if we use GM46."
While he spoke, my eyes found the TV screen once again while it flicked onto what looks like an old slide presentation, before landing on one that looked stained red like it had been burned. Or attempted to be burned.
Underlined, at the top, I could just about make out: PROTOCOL GM46 (Only to be subjected in extreme cases)
"PROTOCOL GM46 SHOULD ONLY BE USED IF VOCAL, PSYCHOLOGICAL AND PHYSICAL TORTURE HAS NO EFFICACY. PLEASE ONLY USE AS A LAST RESORT".
Anna shook her head. I saw emotion prick onto her face. "Agent Carter, there is no need for that."
"Yes, there is. If no progress is made, we will be going through with GM46."
Anna's gaze snapped to the bright red screen. "But it's—"
"Stand up." Agent Carter ignored Anna and turned to us. And like clockwork, we did. The door opened and four children walked in. Two boys and two girls. Maybe 7 or 8 years old. Each of them carried a white rabbit.
Anna's voice shook slightly. "All moral inhibitions have been removed. The subjects will do whatever we ask of them, when we ask it. Which is the first stage of Mirror. Allow me to demonstrate." She opened her mouth to speak, but Carter stepped in front of her. He gently took the hand of a little girl and strode over to Sam.
"Subject 626." He ordered. "Kill the rabbit."
Sam bent and gathered the rabbit in his arms. At first I thought he was hugging it to his chest, but I saw his fingers twine around its neck and jerk suddenly. There was a sickening snapping noise and the rabbit dropped to the ground. The little girl who had been holding it lifted her head and stared at Sam with wide eyes.
Agent Carter clapped his hands. "Well done." He said. "Now, kill the child."
There was a pause. Sam didn't move.
"Six-two-six. I'm waiting."
"No." Sam said through gritted teeth. His voice was strained.
"I'm sorry?"
"No. I— I... can't."
"I gave you an order."
"No. I won't. I won't. I—I won't." He stumbled back. "What the fuck did you do to me?!"
"Restrain him." Anna said through a sigh.
Sam's confusion was evident in his cries, and I wanted to press my hands over my ears. But I couldn't move. The world wavered, my vision blurring. I was walking. I could see concrete beneath my feet, cracks in stone and leaves I was kicking through. There was something in my hand. Coffee. Four pairs of footsteps, fall leaves dancing in the air. Our footsteps were in sync, our breaths joining together in the air. The sky was dark blue. Twilight.
Luna's laugh startled me. I caught sight of her swinging ponytail.
"And then the customer was like, are you kidding me? You don't do IT shakes? And I was like, no? You're two years late. Maybe even three?"
"And let me guess, she punched you in the face?" Ben's voice was a low murmur.
"No. But she did angrily storm away."
"Ha!" He shoved her with an uncharacteristic. laugh. "You were roasted by a Karen."
Sam's voice sent ice shooting down my spine. "You're lucky it was late and Anna wasn't watching."
"She spat at me!"
Sam stepped in front of her with a grin. "I am never letting this go."
Luna squeaked. "You can talk! Flirting with customers!"
He scoffed. "You're just jealous I've mastered the art of the foam heart."
I stopped walking, my body going rigid. I didn't know the time. The day. For a disorienting moment I didn't even know where I was. I recognised the strip of stores by Starbucks. We were on break, I thought, the words streaming into my head. Anna let us go on break after we'd worked all night and day. We were getting lunch.
It was like my body was working without me.
Two worlds. Both of them felt fake. Both of them felt like I was dreaming. I clutched the coffee cup so hard half of it spilled out.
"I've got to go." My voice broke around the words.
The three of them turn to look at me, matching expressions— and my stomach twisted. I had to remove myself from the link. Whatever they were, it wasn't me.
"What?" Luna frowned. "But I was going to treat you guys."
"Buzzkill." Sam raised a brow at me. "Weren't you just practically bullying Ben to join us?"
Looking at Luna, Sam, and Ben, at the strangers my brain was telling me were my friends—the breath caught in my throat.
I had to tell them.
Before I could stop myself I was grabbing Sam's jacket sleeve and pulling it up. But there was no number. Sam jerked his arm away with a snort. "And once again I'm questioning if you actually have a concussion, Maki."
"Concussion?" Luna grabbed my hand, her fingers entangling with mine. "What happened?"
"Oh, nothing, just casually jumping in front of a truck this morning," Sam sipped his coffee.
"I'm fine." I said in a sharp breath. "I've got to go home."
I was moving away from them before I gave up and told them everything.
"Wait!" Sam shouted. "Hey, look out for the road this time!"
I was already stumbling back. There were no rabbits. No blurry vision. It was my reality, the one I knew. And yet it still felt wrong. Like the white classroom was where I belonged. The crowd felt claustrophobic when I threw myself into a sprint. Footsteps followed me back to my apartment. I knew it was them. But they were slow. I could sense them behind me. I locked my door and opened my laptop. But the camera was fried. I was looking at a black screen.
I don't know how many hours passed. I was still staring at the laptop screen when my phone rang.
Three singular beeps.
"Mom" flashed up, and I grabbed it and slammed the phone to my ear. "Mom." I sobbed. "Mom, something—"
"Count backwards from ten for me." A male voice.
I felt my grip on the phone loosen, and I was speaking before I could stop myself.
"Ten." My phone slipped from my steely grip.
"Nine."
"Eight. "
"Seven."
The word was stuck in my throat.
I felt myself moving, cold air whipping my hair from my face. It was raining, and I was wearing a tank top.
It was pitch black. 11PM. My feet were bare on wet tarmac. And a voice, soft and soothing, seeping into my skull and taking an unyielding hold. All I remember is the intense green of the Starbucks logo getting closer and closer, blurring in my eyes. Anna in the doorway, waving me inside.
...
That was 15 hours ago.
My head hurts. My body is aching and on edge. It's like— a sensory overload.
I jump at every little noise, and my first logical response to the noise is —
Attack.
There's a white rabbit at the corner of my eye. It won't go away. This time its fur is matted with red, beady eyes colourless. When I stare hard enough, I see small arms still cradling it to a powder pink t-shirt. I see blonde ringlets hanging in wide eyes. Not-Sam is outside. The noises he's making are scaring me. He keeps telling me to open the door. He's whispering into the hole in my head.
I think I've done a bad thing. Have I done a bad thing?

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Illuminating the Path: A Guide to Becoming an Electrician

Ebook by Matt Jones, CEO and Author of Ultimate Electrician’s Guide

Table of Contents:

• Introduction
• 1. What Do Electricians Actually Do?
  • What is an Electrician?
  • Day in the Life of an Electrician
  • Types of Electricians
  • Apprentice, Journeyman, Master Electricians
• 2. How Much Do Electricians Earn?
  • Electrician Wages
  • Career Advancement Opportunities
• 3. How Can You Become an Electrician?
  • Apprenticeships vs. Trade Schools
  • Top Three Apprenticeship Programs
  • How to Apply to Apprenticeship Programs
  • Alternatives to Apprenticeship Programs
• 4. Resources for Veterans
• 5. Frequently Asked Questions

Introduction

Finding a fulfilling and financially stable career can be a daunting task in today's job market. One piece of advice that is often given is to "learn a trade." You may have even been advised to pursue a career in construction, specifically as an electrician.
Becoming an electrician is a fantastic career choice that comes with a ton of perks. You don't need an advanced degree or pre-existing technical skills, and the pay is pretty solid. Plus, the need for electricians is consistently high, giving you job security and stability. Not to mention, it opens the door for a comfortable retirement.
However, the question remains: how does one "learn a trade?" This book aims to provide the answers to that question. By the end of this book, you will have a clear understanding of what it takes to become an electrician. You will have a comprehensive understanding of the different training options available, the skills and qualifications required, and the steps you need to take to start your career as an electrician.
Who Is This Book For?
This book is designed for anyone considering a career as an electrician. Whether you're just curious about the field and want to learn more, or you've made a decision and are ready to take the next steps, you'll find valuable information and insights within these pages.
One of the great things about becoming an electrician is that prior knowledge or experience in the field is not required. You don't need to be an expert in circuits or wiring before diving into this book. In fact, like many others, I myself did not have much knowledge about the trade when I first started. This book starts from the basics and builds on that foundation, making it accessible to anyone regardless of their starting point.
It doesn't matter if you're just out of high school or considering a career change later in life, this book will provide answers to all of the fundamental questions you have at this point and guide you through the process of becoming an electrician.

What This Book Covers

This book will guide you through the following topics:

• Understanding the role of an electrician and the responsibilities it entails
• The earning potential of an electrician and the industry standard pay
• The distinctions between trade schools and apprenticeship programs and which one may be the best fit for you
• Strategies to gain hands-on experience and secure your first job in the field
• The benefits and rewards of choosing a career as an electrician

What Do Electricians Actually Do?

What Is an Electrician?
When electric power first became available in the late 1800s, electricians were responsible for all aspects of the industry, from running power lines and installing lights to... well, there wasn't much variety at the time. However, they did have the exciting task of making electric-powered lamps work.
As the electrical trade developed and technology advanced over the following 150 years, workers began to specialize into different sub-trades. The industry has come a long way from just wiring lamps and now has three major categories for electrical workers: linemen, electricians, and telecommunications workers.

• Linemen: Linemen are employed by utility companies and are responsible for running the power lines that transmit electricity from power plants to buildings and municipalities.
  
• Electricians: Electricians (also known as “inside wiremen,”) generally pick up where linemen leave off. They start from the power supply coming into a building and set up systems to branch that power to all the places it needs to go - outlets, lights, security systems, AC, heating, and anything else that needs to be wired or plugged in.
  
• Telecommunications Workers: Telecom workers pick up where the electricians leave off. They build low voltage systems that are powered by the circuits that were set up by electricians. These systems include fire alarm, security, internet routers, and communication devices.
  

I have written this ebook primarily with electricians in mind, but much of the information applies to linemen and telecommunications workers as well. For example, the apprenticeship section will discuss the IBEW, which has apprenticeship programs for all three trades, each with a similar application process. Many of the prerequisites are identical as well. In fact, it’s not uncommon for people to apply to more than one apprenticeship and see which ones they are accepted to.
While I will be referring specifically to electricians, I encourage you to keep reading no matter which electrical trade you’re interested in. Especially since you may be one of the many people who intend to work in telecommunications only to end up installing circuits for construction projects.

A Day in the Life of an Electrician

The electrical trade is vast and even people with decades of experience haven’t seen all it has to offer. That makes it impossible for me to predict what you will see over the course of your career. However, there are commonalities across the profession.
Some common tasks you are likely to perform include: * Wiring and installing outlets * Installing lighting fixtures * Establishing temporary power for construction jobsites * Upgrading a residential electrical panel * Working on start-stop relays in an industrial facility * Installing light poles in parking lots * Digging a trench and installing underground PVC conduit for a school * Laying down and wiring solar panels on the roof of a house * Working on a scissor lift to provide power to rooftop AC units
If you’re not an early bird, you will become one. To avoid subjecting workers to high heat, work starts early on most construction sites. Your workday will typically start between 6:00 and 8:00 in the morning and last at least eight hours. Overtime is common, but not usually mandatory. That means you might be able to work up to 12 hours a day and seven days a week if you want - or call it a day after putting in your eight hours.
Your typical shift will be very dynamic and engaging, but some of the work can be tough on your body. On any given day, you might find yourself digging a four-foot trench with a shovel or crawling through an attic filled with blown-in insulation. On other days, you might find yourself on a wire pulling crew, wrestling cables into place as you feed them into the conduit. It’s the kind of job that can leave you sore and covered in sweat, dirt, insulation, or any number of things.
I’m not trying to scare you away from this very rewarding career. I simply want to help you anticipate the type of work you’ll be carrying out. You will likely spend most of your working hours on smaller tasks like running small cables to feed outlets or hanging lights. But there will be days that require a lot more physical exertion.

Types of Electricians

States typically provide two different types of licenses for electricians: general/commercial and residential.

• General Licenses: These licenses are generally awarded to electricians who have four to five years of experience working on commercial or industrial jobs that allow them to perform electrical work under an electrical contractor. Those who hold their general license typically work in one of the following fields:
  
  • Commercial Electricians work on commercial projects, either from the ground up on new buildings or on renovation projects. Most electricians will fall under this category, as it covers the majority of the work we do. It generally captures anything that is not residential or industrial, such as:
    • General commercial real estate (banks, restaurants, retail spaces, gyms, office buildings)
    • Public project (schools, military bases, government facilities, stadiums, public parks)
    • Large-scale housing projects (apartment complexes, high-rise residential buildings, hotels)
  • Maintenance Electricians are not employed by an electrical contractor but by a business, such as manufacturers and large corporate buildings. Their role is to remain onsite and maintain electrical systems as needed.
  • Industrial Electricians work in factories, manufacturing plants, and other industrial facilities. While commercial electricians often do industrial work, many electricians stick solely to industrial work as supplying power to and programming machines can get very technical.
• Residential Licenses: These licenses are generally awarded to electricians who have performed three years of work on residential projects. Until recently, this was a single category of electricians, but the rise in green energy has split it into two specializations.
  
  • Residential Electricians are only authorized to work in residential settings, such as houses, condominiums, and apartment complexes.
  • Solar Electricians can hold either a general or residential license. Those with a general license can install solar panels on rooftops, parking lots, solar fields, and any other setting. Electricians who hold residential licenses, however, can only install solar panels in residential settings.

While being a residential electrician can be a great and rewarding career path, the pay and job opportunities are much better for commercial electricians. Moreover, commercial electricians can always do residential work, while residential electricians are only authorized to do residential work.

Apprentice, Journeymen, and Master Electricians

The electrical trade has different classifications of workers based on their experience and certifications.

• Apprentices are electricians who are learning the trade and must work under the supervision of a journeyman electrician. They typically attend trade school or apprenticeship programs to gain the hands-on experience and knowledge needed to advance in the field.
  
• Journeymen are experienced electricians who hold state or local licenses, if applicable. They can work independently under a contractor and may hold roles such as foreman, superintendent, or other leadership positions on job sites. They have completed their apprenticeship program and have the required experience and knowledge to perform electrical work unsupervised.
  
• Master Electricians are journeymen who have decided to obtain a contractor's license and start their own electrical contracting company. Nearly every state has licensing requirements for those who want to start their own electrical company, although it may be referred to as a master electrician license in some states.
  

If you want to know more about your state's licensing laws, I have compiled a complete list of all the journeyman licensing requirements. As you can see from that list, many states do not have a license and you will have to look up your local laws if you want to find this information. Be very careful, however, as many websites do not explicitly state whether the electrical license they are referring to is for journeyman electricians or for contractors.

How Much Do Electricians Earn?**

Electrician Wages
Electrician wages vary wildly depending on the position and where the job is based. Because of this, I have created an online resource where you can view the wages and benefits of union electricians (and 14 other trades!)
The wages compiled on that site, however, are only for union electricians. Since unions negotiate collectively, each local has set wages for its members. Non-union electricians, on the other hand, negotiate individually. This makes their earnings nearly impossible to track, although we do know they tend to earn approximately 30% less than unionized workers.
If you’re interested in checking it out, head over to www.UnionPayScales.com and have a look at how much you might earn if you join the trade.
But to give you a rough idea, here is a broad overview of how much electricians typically make.
Journeyman Wages
Journeyman electricians (those who have their state license) typically make $50 to $80 an hour on the west coast. Those in the south earn significantly less - closer to $30-$40 an hour.
Apprentice Wages
Apprentice wages typically start off around 40 to 45% of journeyman pay. Apprentices then receive a pay raise every six months to a year until they “top out” and get their journeyman license.
For example, if a journeyman makes $50 an hour, an apprentice’s pay schedule might look like this.

 Experience Hourly Wage ------------------------------- Under 6 Months $22.50 6 Months to 1 Year $26.25 1 to 1.5 years $30.00 1.5 to 2 Years $33.75 2 to 2.5 Years $37.50 2.5 to 3 Years $41.25 3 to 3.5 Years $45.00 3.5 to 4 Years $48.75 

Career Advancement Opportunities

Once you have obtained your journeyman's electrical license, the opportunities for career advancement are plentiful. While many electricians remain journeymen throughout their careers and have a comfortable living, others may choose to advance to other roles. Here are a few examples of the different paths your career as an electrician can take:

• Electrical Foreman / Leadman - This is a management position in construction where the Foreman oversees a crew composed of other journeymen and apprentices. They also communicate with the general foreman to plan daily projects and ensure that everyone has tasks to keep them busy.
• General Foreman - They are responsible for labor supervision, project planning and layout, ordering tools and material, and coordinating with the superintendent, general contractor, and safety manager.
• Field Superintendent - A General Foreman will often advance into a field superintendent role. They are in charge of supervising multiple construction projects, scheduling and projecting manpower requirements, and act as a liaison between the office and the field.
• Estimator - Electricians with a talent for math and estimating can move into an estimator role, where they analyze blueprints to come up with cost proposals and bid on various projects.
• Owner - Electricians with a business mindset can start their own electrical contracting firm. This allows them to work for themselves and have an essentially unlimited earning potential.

It's worth noting that these are just a few examples of the different paths that an electrician can take, and the opportunities are varied and limitless depending on one's ambition and interests.

How Can You Become an Electrician?

The Best Way Into the Trade: Apprenticeship or Trade School?
People often talk about trade schools and apprenticeships as if they are the same thing, and while they both serve the purpose of preparing individuals for a technical or skilled job in a specific profession, there are some key differences between the two in the electrical trade.
Apprenticeship:
An apprenticeship is a program that places individuals with electrical contractors to gain hands-on experience while also completing classroom requirements. This typically involves working 40 hours a week and attending classes a couple of times a week in the evening or full-time for a couple of weeks a year. The costs of joining an apprenticeship are minimal, usually only including the cost of textbooks, and individuals can start earning a set wage with guaranteed pay raises every semester.
These programs can be competitive and require some effort to get accepted into. Aspiring electricians may need to prepare for an aptitude test and participate in an interview in front of the hiring board. However, most individuals are able to join an apprenticeship on their first or second try.
Many apprenticeship programs, like the Electrical Training Alliance apprenticeship, also offer pre-apprenticeship opportunities for individuals to gain hands-on experience and increase their chances of getting into the apprenticeship program.
Trade School:
Trade schools offer a classroom-based education that teaches students the skills and knowledge needed to become an electrician. These programs typically cover electrical theory and the material required to pass state licensing exams. However, it's important to note that in most states, students cannot take the licensing exam until they have completed a certain number of on-the-job hours, usually around 8,000 hours. Some trade school programs also include hands-on training, such as conduit bending or wiring electrical panels.
Unlike apprenticeships, trade schools do not provide students with the opportunity to earn a wage while learning. Instead, students must pay tuition to attend the program. The cost of tuition can vary greatly, with community colleges typically charging a few hundred dollars per semester, while private trade schools can charge thousands or tens of thousands of dollars.
Given the significant cost of tuition and the fact that students do not earn income while enrolled in a trade school program, it is highly recommended that aspiring electricians first apply to all apprenticeship programs available in their area before considering trade schools. This will not only provide them with the opportunity to earn income while learning, but also ensure they have a chance to gain valuable on-the-job experience that can be beneficial to their career.
When to Apply to Trade School
While apprenticeships are often considered the superior option for those looking to enter the electrical trade, there may be situations where applying to a trade school is a viable alternative. For example, if there are limited apprenticeship opportunities in your area and you haven't been able to secure a spot, a trade school can provide a valuable path to gaining the skills and knowledge needed to become an electrician.
When considering trade school options, it's important to find a program that will meet the state licensing requirements for electricians. In most states, this typically involves completing around 600 classroom hours of training. One way to begin your search is to check if your local community colleges offer electrical programs. Keep in mind that these programs may be separate from electrical engineering programs, which are not geared towards the electrical trade.
If there are no suitable options available through community colleges, you can also look into private institutions that offer trade school programs. Some may even offer online classes, which can provide added flexibility. However, it's important to be mindful of the cost of the program. Avoid paying tens of thousands of dollars for a program, as this is widely considered to be a scam.
Once you're enrolled in a program, it's a good idea to start looking for work as soon as possible, so you can gain hands-on experience in the field. If the program you're enrolled in is shorter, lasting between 6 to 12 months, consider reapplying for apprenticeships after completing it. Your chances of getting accepted will likely be significantly higher with some experience under your belt.

The Top 3 Apprenticeship Programs

There are three main national apprenticeship programs in the United States:

• Electrical Training Alliance (ETA)
• Associated Builders and Contractors (ABC)
• Independent Electrical Contractors (IEC)

Below is a comparison of the three.
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When it comes to apprenticeships in the electrical trade, I highly recommend starting with the Electrical Training Alliance (ETA) program. This program is known for offering some of the highest wages and best benefits for apprentices in the industry. However, it's also important to keep in mind that the ETA apprenticeship program can be highly competitive and may require more effort to secure a spot, depending on which local you are applying to.
If the ETA apprenticeship program is not available in your area, or if you are not accepted into the program, it's worth exploring other options such as the ABC (Associated Builders and Contractors) and IEC (Independent Electrical Contractors) apprenticeship programs. Both of these programs are still great options and can provide valuable training and experience for those looking to become electricians.
It's worth noting that even if you don't secure a spot in the ETA apprenticeship program initially, you can still join the IBEW union after you become a journeyman.

How to Apply to Apprenticeship Programs

Please note: Additional resources are available for veterans, active duty military personnel, and reservists to assist in entering the trades. Refer to the Veterans Resource page at the end of this book for more information.
Select Apprenticeship Programs
The first step in applying for an apprenticeship program is to identify the program you wish to join. The IBEW/ETA, ABC, and IEC are three major, nationally recognized programs to consider.
To find all IBEW, ABC, and IEC locations in your area, use the Apprenticeship Locator in the Resources page on UltimateElectrciansGuide.com
There are also local apprenticeship programs that usually serve a specific state or city. If you decide to apply to one, make sure they offer good benefits and are not trade schools masquerading as apprenticeships.
Check Out the Application Requirements
Unfortunately, there is no central website for applying to major apprenticeship programs. Instead, you will need to search for the website of the nearest program and review their application process.
If there is no application form available on their website, reach out to them by phone. Keep in mind that some apprenticeships have specific application periods, so it is important to confirm the specific dates for when applications are accepted.
Get Your Paperwork Lined Up
Start gathering all the documents you’ll need to apply. For most apprenticeships, this will include:

• A GED or high school diploma
• Official transcripts showing a completed Algebra I class or higher
• A clean drivers license and reliable transportation
• Proof of citizenship, such as a birth certificate, passport, or other government-issued ID

If you do not meet the math prerequisite, contact the apprenticeship center. Many programs offer online classes or can refer you to other options. For example, if you apply to the ETA, you can take the Online Tech Math course as an alternative to Algebra I.
Be sure to request your transcripts as soon as possible. Some schools may take a few weeks to process the request, so you don't want to delay your application due to long processing times
Touch Up Your Resume and Submit Your Application!
Ensure that your resume is current and presents a polished, professional appearance. Highlight any relevant experience or awards prominently.
Thoroughly review all your paperwork to ensure accuracy and completeness before submitting. Neglecting to include important information or leaving out any required documents may result in disqualification from the current round of hiring.
Prepare for the Aptitude Test
An aptitude test is a standard requirement for all apprenticeship programs. Your scores on the aptitude test and your interview will be used to determine your placement in the program.
Below is a brief overview of what to expect from the aptitude tests for the major apprenticeship programs.
For help in preparing for the ETA aptitude test, I'm providing a free, full-length, timed practice exam. Simply visit courses.ultimateelectriciansguide.com and choose the "Free Practice" button to access this valuable resource!
Schedule Your Interview
Once you complete your aptitude test, you'll be scheduled for an interview. This may involve facing a panel of hiring board members, which can be intimidating. To be well-prepared, dress professionally, refine your resume, and practice answering questions beforehand.
For additional tips on preparing for an interview, visit [UltimateElectriciansGuide.com](UltimateElectriciansGuide.com).
Alternatives to Apprenticeships
Unless you’re in Washington state, you don’t have to do an apprenticeship program to get your state license. There are alternative pathways to getting your state license. While I highly recommend joining an apprenticeship program, I know it’s not always a feasible option. You may live in a small town with no apprenticeship opportunities. You may have applied to a few programs and been denied. Whatever the reason, it doesn’t have to prevent you from becoming an electrician.
First things first, check your state licensing requirements to see if there are any schooling requirements. If there are, you'll want to find the best trade school option near you. Once you're on track to meeting your schooling requirement, it's time to start looking for work. How easy this is will depend on where you live, but contractors are generally desperate for new help and always hiring. So, be proactive and look up electrical contractors near you, cold call them to ask if they're hiring, or even stop by in person. Trust me, this was my go-to method before I was in the union, and I rarely had to call more than one or two contractors before being hired on the spot.
If cold calling doesn't seem to be working for you, don't give up just yet. Look through Craigslist or any other major hiring site, ask your friends and family if they know any electricians, and do whatever you can to get your foot in the door. Your first time getting hired can be the hardest because of your lack of experience, but once you do get hired, it's much easier the second time.
Also, don't forget to come prepared when you do land a job. Don't show up empty handed - have the tools you'll need for the job. Once you find work and complete your required hours and schooling, it will be time to take your state exam. Make sure to set aside plenty of time to study so you can be fully prepared.

Veterans Resources**

Active duty military personnel, reservists, and veterans have access to additional resources that can assist in enrolling into an electrical apprenticeship. Three complementary programs are worth considering as they can provide benefits such as additional income, guaranteed admission into a union apprenticeship, and even supplying the necessary tools for the first day on the job.
GI Bill
Participation in an approved apprenticeship program qualifies you for full GI Bill benefits. This includes receiving 100% of the applicable housing allowance during the first six months of training, 80% for the next six months, and so on until the rate reaches 20%. Once the rate reaches 20%, you will continue to receive 20% of the housing allowance until the completion of the apprenticeship program.
I’ve included an example of these benefits below, but yours may vary. To get some more precise amounts, use the GI Bill Comparison Tool to select your school and calculate your benefits.
Veterans Electrical Entry Program
The Veteran's Electrical Entry Program (VEEP) is a program created by the Electrical Training Alliance (ETA) to address the shortage of skilled labor in the electrical industry and help veterans enter the field. The VEEP serves as a pre-apprenticeship program to prepare veterans for success in the trade.
The pre-apprenticeship program offers: * An in-person 7-week course in San Diego, CA and Anchorage, Alaska * An online, self-paced class, which covers the Inside Wireman 1st year curriculum and a Tech 1 math class
Upon completion, you will be granted automatic entry into the IBEW apprenticeship program and receive complimentary tools from Milwaukee, giving you a head start on your tool list. Additionally, VEEP will work with you to place you in your preferred apprenticeship location, ensuring that you can stay close to home.
VEEP partners with Helmets to Hardhats, so be sure to enroll with both programs. For more information and to begin the application process, visit in2veep.com
Helmets to Hardhats
Helmets to Hardhats (H2H) is a national non-profit organization that helps active duty service members, veterans, National Guard and reservists from the US and Canada transition to a career in the trades. The organization primarily operates online and can assist you in:

• Finding the trade you are interested in
• Providing guidance on the application process
• Testing
• Creating your resume
• Ultimately joining an apprenticeship program

For those interested in the electrical trade, H2H partners specifically with the Electrical Training Alliance. While H2H does not guarantee a spot in the IBEW apprenticeship, joining the organization can increase your chances of getting accepted as they are partnered organizations.
For more information, visit helmetstohardhats.org

Frequently Asked Questions

As an active participant in several online forums for electricians, I often come across similar questions from individuals interested in joining the trade. I have compiled some of the most frequently asked questions and provided my answers below for your convenience.

• Do I need any prior experience to become an electrician? Absolutely not! Apprenticeships are designed to teach you everything you need to know about the trade. Many electricians, including myself, start out with little to no prior experience in the construction industry.
  
• What are the prerequisites for enrolling in an apprenticeship program? There are a few basic requirements, but they are easily met by most individuals interested in becoming an electrician. You will need a high school diploma or GED, completion of Algebra I or higher, a valid driver's license and reliable transportation.
  
• Am I too young/old to become an electrician? The majority of electricians start their careers in their late 20s or 30s as a second career, but it's not uncommon to see new apprentices of all ages, whether they are fresh out of high school or in their 50s. Regardless of your age, you can find a place in the industry.
  
• Do I receive college credits for an apprenticeship program? Most apprenticeship programs are affiliated with local community colleges and grant college credits or even associate degrees upon graduation.
  
• How long does it take to become a licensed electrician? Most apprenticeship programs (and most states) require 4 to 5 years of on-the-job training before you can qualify for your state license.
  
• Are layoffs common in construction? The construction industry is cyclical in nature, so when construction projects come to a close, layoffs are often around the corner. However, new projects are always starting and with electricians often being in short supply, finding work is not a difficult task.
  
• Can a woman be an electrician? Absolutely! Women make up less than 4% of the field construction workforce and companies are actively seeking hires that will bring diversity and unique perspectives to the jobsite. Many of the best electricians I've worked with are women. Additionally, most companies have a zero-tolerance policy for sexism and harassment.
  

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Illuminating the Path: A Guide to Becoming an Electrician

Ebook by Matt Jones, CEO and Author of Ultimate Electrician’s Guide

Table of Contents:

• Introduction
• 1. What Do Electricians Actually Do?
  • What Is an Electrician?
  • Day in the Life of an Electrician
  • Types of Electricians
  • Apprentice, Journeyman, Master Electricians
• 2. How Much Do Electricians Earn?
  • Electrician Wages
  • Career Advancement Opportunities
• 3. How Can You Become an Electrician?
  • Apprenticeships vs. Trade Schools
  • Top Three Apprenticeship Programs
  • How to Apply to Apprenticeship Programs
  • Alternatives to Apprenticeship Programs
• 4. Resources for Veterans
• 5. Frequently Asked Questions

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Introduction

Finding a fulfilling and financially stable career can be a daunting task in today's job market. One piece of advice that is often given is to "learn a trade." You may have even been advised to pursue a career in construction, specifically as an electrician.
Becoming an electrician is a fantastic career choice that comes with a ton of perks. You don't need an advanced degree or pre-existing technical skills, and the pay is pretty solid. Plus, the need for electricians is consistently high, giving you job security and stability. Not to mention, it opens the door for a comfortable retirement.
However, the question remains: how does one "learn a trade?" This book aims to provide the answers to that question. By the end of this book, you will have a clear understanding of what it takes to become an electrician. You will have a comprehensive understanding of the different training options available, the skills and qualifications required, and the steps you need to take to start your career as an electrician.
Who Is This Book For?
This book is designed for anyone considering a career as an electrician. Whether you're just curious about the field and want to learn more, or you've made a decision and are ready to take the next steps, you'll find valuable information and insights within these pages.
One of the great things about becoming an electrician is that prior knowledge or experience in the field is not required. You don't need to be an expert in circuits or wiring before diving into this book. In fact, like many others, I myself did not have much knowledge about the trade when I first started. This book starts from the basics and builds on that foundation, making it accessible to anyone regardless of their starting point.
It doesn't matter if you're just out of high school or considering a career change later in life, this book will provide answers to all of the fundamental questions you have at this point and guide you through the process of becoming an electrician.

What This Book Covers

This book will guide you through the following topics:

• Understanding the role of an electrician and the responsibilities it entails
• The earning potential of an electrician and the industry standard pay
• The distinctions between trade schools and apprenticeship programs and which one may be the best fit for you
• Strategies to gain hands-on experience and secure your first job in the field
• The benefits and rewards of choosing a career as an electrician

What Do Electricians Actually Do?

What is an Electrician?
When electric power first became available in the late 1800s, electricians were responsible for all aspects of the industry, from running power lines and installing lights to... well, there wasn't much variety at the time. However, they did have the exciting task of making electric-powered lamps work.
As the electrical trade developed and technology advanced over the following 150 years, workers began to specialize into different sub-trades. The industry has come a long way from just wiring lamps and now has three major categories for electrical workers: linemen, electricians, and telecommunications workers.

• Linemen: Linemen are employed by utility companies and are responsible for running the power lines that transmit electricity from power plants to buildings and municipalities.
  
• Electricians: Electricians (also known as “inside wiremen,”) generally pick up where linemen leave off. They start from the power supply coming into a building and set up systems to branch that power to all the places it needs to go - outlets, lights, security systems, AC, heating, and anything else that needs to be wired or plugged in.
  
• Telecommunications Workers: Telecom workers pick up where the electricians leave off. They build low voltage systems that are powered by the circuits that were set up by electricians. These systems include fire alarm, security, internet routers, and communication devices.
  

I have written this ebook primarily with electricians in mind, but much of the information applies to linemen and telecommunications workers as well. For example, the apprenticeship section will discuss the IBEW, which has apprenticeship programs for all three trades, each with a similar application process. Many of the prerequisites are identical as well. In fact, it’s not uncommon for people to apply to more than one apprenticeship and see which ones they are accepted to.
While I will be referring specifically to electricians, I encourage you to keep reading no matter which electrical trade you’re interested in. Especially since you may be one of the many people who intend to work in telecommunications only to end up installing circuits for construction projects.

A Day in the Life of an Electrician

The electrical trade is vast and even people with decades of experience haven’t seen all it has to offer. That makes it impossible for me to predict what you will see over the course of your career. However, there are commonalities across the profession.
Some common tasks you are likely to perform include: * Wiring and installing outlets * Installing lighting fixtures * Establishing temporary power for construction jobsites * Upgrading a residential electrical panel * Working on start-stop relays in an industrial facility * Installing light poles in parking lots * Digging a trench and installing underground PVC conduit for a school * Laying down and wiring solar panels on the roof of a house * Working on a scissor lift to provide power to rooftop AC units
If you’re not an early bird, you will become one. To avoid subjecting workers to high heat, work starts early on most construction sites. Your workday will typically start between 6:00 and 8:00 in the morning and last at least eight hours. Overtime is common, but not usually mandatory. That means you might be able to work up to 12 hours a day and seven days a week if you want - or call it a day after putting in your eight hours.
Your typical shift will be very dynamic and engaging, but some of the work can be tough on your body. On any given day, you might find yourself digging a four-foot trench with a shovel or crawling through an attic filled with blown-in insulation. On other days, you might find yourself on a wire pulling crew, wrestling cables into place as you feed them into the conduit. It’s the kind of job that can leave you sore and covered in sweat, dirt, insulation, or any number of things.
I’m not trying to scare you away from this very rewarding career. I simply want to help you anticipate the type of work you’ll be carrying out. You will likely spend most of your working hours on smaller tasks like running small cables to feed outlets or hanging lights. But there will be days that require a lot more physical exertion.

Types of Electricians

States typically provide two different types of licenses for electricians: general/commercial and residential.

• General Licenses: These licenses are generally awarded to electricians who have four to five years of experience working on commercial or industrial jobs that allow them to perform electrical work under an electrical contractor. Those who hold their general license typically work in one of the following fields:
  
  • Commercial Electricians work on commercial projects, either from the ground up on new buildings or on renovation projects. Most electricians will fall under this category, as it covers the majority of the work we do. It generally captures anything that is not residential or industrial, such as:
    • General commercial real estate (banks, restaurants, retail spaces, gyms, office buildings)
    • Public project (schools, military bases, government facilities, stadiums, public parks)
    • Large-scale housing projects (apartment complexes, high-rise residential buildings, hotels)
  • Maintenance Electricians are not employed by an electrical contractor but by a business, such as manufacturers and large corporate buildings. Their role is to remain onsite and maintain electrical systems as needed.
  • Industrial Electricians work in factories, manufacturing plants, and other industrial facilities. While commercial electricians often do industrial work, many electricians stick solely to industrial work as supplying power to and programming machines can get very technical.
• Residential Licenses: These licenses are generally awarded to electricians who have performed three years of work on residential projects. Until recently, this was a single category of electricians, but the rise in green energy has split it into two specializations.
  
  • Residential Electricians are only authorized to work in residential settings, such as houses, condominiums, and apartment complexes.
  • Solar Electricians can hold either a general or residential license. Those with a general license can install solar panels on rooftops, parking lots, solar fields, and any other setting. Electricians who hold residential licenses, however, can only install solar panels in residential settings.

While being a residential electrician can be a great and rewarding career path, the pay and job opportunities are much better for commercial electricians. Moreover, commercial electricians can always do residential work, while residential electricians are only authorized to do residential work.

Apprentice, Journeymen, and Master Electricians

The electrical trade has different classifications of workers based on their experience and certifications.

• Apprentices are electricians who are learning the trade and must work under the supervision of a journeyman electrician. They typically attend trade school or apprenticeship programs to gain the hands-on experience and knowledge needed to advance in the field.
  
• Journeymen are experienced electricians who hold state or local licenses, if applicable. They can work independently under a contractor and may hold roles such as foreman, superintendent, or other leadership positions on job sites. They have completed their apprenticeship program and have the required experience and knowledge to perform electrical work unsupervised.
  
• Master Electricians are journeymen who have decided to obtain a contractor's license and start their own electrical contracting company. Nearly every state has licensing requirements for those who want to start their own electrical company, although it may be referred to as a master electrician license in some states.
  

If you want to know more about your state's licensing laws, I have compiled a complete list of all the journeyman licensing requirements. As you can see from that list, many states do not have a license and you will have to look up your local laws if you want to find this information. Be very careful, however, as many websites do not explicitly state whether the electrical license they are referring to is for journeyman electricians or for contractors.

How Much Do Electricians Earn?

Electrician Wages
Electrician wages vary wildly depending on the position and where the job is based. Because of this, I have created an online resource where you can view the wages and benefits of union electricians (and 14 other trades!)
The wages compiled on that site, however, are only for union electricians. Since unions negotiate collectively, each local has set wages for its members. Non-union electricians, on the other hand, negotiate individually. This makes their earnings nearly impossible to track, although we do know they tend to earn approximately 30% less than unionized workers.
If you’re interested in checking it out, head over to www.UnionPayScales.com and have a look at how much you might earn if you join the trade.
But to give you a rough idea, here is a broad overview of how much electricians typically make.

**Journeyman Wages** Journeyman electricians (those who have their state license) typically make $50 to $80 an hour on the west coast. Those in the south earn significantly less - closer to $30-$40 an hour. **Apprentice Wages** Apprentice wages typically start off around 40 to 45% of journeyman pay. Apprentices then receive a pay raise every six months to a year until they “top out” and get their journeyman license. For example, if a journeyman makes $50 an hour, an apprentice’s pay schedule might look like this. Experience Hourly Wage ------------------------------- Under 6 Months $22.50 6 Months to 1 Year $26.25 1 to 1.5 years $30.00 1.5 to 2 Years $33.75 2 to 2.5 Years $37.50 2.5 to 3 Years $41.25 3 to 3.5 Years $45.00 3.5 to 4 Years $48.75 

Career Advancement Opportunities

Once you have obtained your journeyman's electrical license, the opportunities for career advancement are plentiful. While many electricians remain journeymen throughout their careers and have a comfortable living, others may choose to advance to other roles. Here are a few examples of the different paths your career as an electrician can take:

• Electrical Foreman / Leadman - This is a management position in construction where the Foreman oversees a crew composed of other journeymen and apprentices. They also communicate with the general foreman to plan daily projects and ensure that everyone has tasks to keep them busy.
• General Foreman - They are responsible for labor supervision, project planning and layout, ordering tools and material, and coordinating with the superintendent, general contractor, and safety manager.
• Field Superintendent - A General Foreman will often advance into a field superintendent role. They are in charge of supervising multiple construction projects, scheduling and projecting manpower requirements, and act as a liaison between the office and the field.
• Estimator - Electricians with a talent for math and estimating can move into an estimator role, where they analyze blueprints to come up with cost proposals and bid on various projects.
• Owner - Electricians with a business mindset can start their own electrical contracting firm. This allows them to work for themselves and have an essentially unlimited earning potential.

It's worth noting that these are just a few examples of the different paths that an electrician can take, and the opportunities are varied and limitless depending on one's ambition and interests.

How Can You Become an Electrician?

The Best Way Into the Trade: Apprenticeship or Trade School?
People often talk about trade schools and apprenticeships as if they are the same thing, and while they both serve the purpose of preparing individuals for a technical or skilled job in a specific profession, there are some key differences between the two in the electrical trade.
Apprenticeship:

An apprenticeship is a program that places individuals with electrical contractors to gain hands-on experience while also completing classroom requirements. This typically involves working 40 hours a week and attending classes a couple of times a week in the evening or full-time for a couple of weeks a year. The costs of joining an apprenticeship are minimal, usually only including the cost of textbooks, and individuals can start earning a set wage with guaranteed pay raises every semester. These programs can be competitive and require some effort to get accepted into. Aspiring electricians may need to prepare for an aptitude test and participate in an interview in front of the hiring board. However, most individuals are able to join an apprenticeship on their first or second try. Many apprenticeship programs, like the Electrical Training Alliance apprenticeship, also offer pre-apprenticeship opportunities for individuals to gain hands-on experience and increase their chances of getting into the apprenticeship program. 

Trade School:

Trade schools offer a classroom-based education that teaches students the skills and knowledge needed to become an electrician. These programs typically cover electrical theory and the material required to pass state licensing exams. However, it's important to note that in most states, students cannot take the licensing exam until they have completed a certain number of on-the-job hours, usually around 8,000 hours. Some trade school programs also include hands-on training, such as conduit bending or wiring electrical panels. 

Unlike apprenticeships, trade schools do not provide students with the opportunity to earn a wage while learning. Instead, students must pay tuition to attend the program. The cost of tuition can vary greatly, with community colleges typically charging a few hundred dollars per semester, while private trade schools can charge thousands or tens of thousands of dollars.
Given the significant cost of tuition and the fact that students do not earn income while enrolled in a trade school program, it is highly recommended that aspiring electricians first apply to all apprenticeship programs available in their area before considering trade schools. This will not only provide them with the opportunity to earn income while learning, but also ensure they have a chance to gain valuable on-the-job experience that can be beneficial to their career.
When to Apply to Trade School
While apprenticeships are often considered the superior option for those looking to enter the electrical trade, there may be situations where applying to a trade school is a viable alternative. For example, if there are limited apprenticeship opportunities in your area and you haven't been able to secure a spot, a trade school can provide a valuable path to gaining the skills and knowledge needed to become an electrician.
When considering trade school options, it's important to find a program that will meet the state licensing requirements for electricians. In most states, this typically involves completing around 600 classroom hours of training. One way to begin your search is to check if your local community colleges offer electrical programs. Keep in mind that these programs may be separate from electrical engineering programs, which are not geared towards the electrical trade.
If there are no suitable options available through community colleges, you can also look into private institutions that offer trade school programs. Some may even offer online classes, which can provide added flexibility. However, it's important to be mindful of the cost of the program. Avoid paying tens of thousands of dollars for a program, as this is widely considered to be a scam.
Once you're enrolled in a program, it's a good idea to start looking for work as soon as possible, so you can gain hands-on experience in the field. If the program you're enrolled in is shorter, lasting between 6 to 12 months, consider reapplying for apprenticeships after completing it. Your chances of getting accepted will likely be significantly higher with some experience under your belt.

The Top 3 Apprenticeship Programs

There are three main national apprenticeship programs in the United States:

• Electrical Training Alliance (ETA)
• Associated Builders and Contractors (ABC)
• Independent Electrical Contractors (IEC)

Below is a comparison of the three.
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When it comes to apprenticeships in the electrical trade, I highly recommend starting with the Electrical Training Alliance (ETA) program. This program is known for offering some of the highest wages and best benefits for apprentices in the industry. However, it's also important to keep in mind that the ETA apprenticeship program can be highly competitive and may require more effort to secure a spot, depending on which local you are applying to.
If the ETA apprenticeship program is not available in your area, or if you are not accepted into the program, it's worth exploring other options such as the ABC (Associated Builders and Contractors) and IEC (Independent Electrical Contractors) apprenticeship programs. Both of these programs are still great options and can provide valuable training and experience for those looking to become electricians.
It's worth noting that even if you don't secure a spot in the ETA apprenticeship program initially, you can still join the IBEW union after you become a journeyman.

How to Apply to Apprenticeship Programs

Please note: Additional resources are available for veterans, active duty military personnel, and reservists to assist in entering the trades. Refer to the Veterans Resource page at the end of this book for more information.
Select Apprenticeship Programs
The first step in applying for an apprenticeship program is to identify the program you wish to join. The IBEW/ETA, ABC, and IEC are three major, nationally recognized programs to consider.
To find all IBEW, ABC, and IEC locations in your area, use the Apprenticeship Locator in the Resources page on UltimateElectrciansGuide.com
There are also local apprenticeship programs that usually serve a specific state or city. If you decide to apply to one, make sure they offer good benefits and are not trade schools masquerading as apprenticeships.
Check Out the Application Requirements
Unfortunately, there is no central website for applying to major apprenticeship programs. Instead, you will need to search for the website of the nearest program and review their application process.
If there is no application form available on their website, reach out to them by phone. Keep in mind that some apprenticeships have specific application periods, so it is important to confirm the specific dates for when applications are accepted.
Get Your Paperwork Lined Up
Start gathering all the documents you’ll need to apply. For most apprenticeships, this will include:

• A GED or high school diploma
• Official transcripts showing a completed Algebra I class or higher
• A clean drivers license and reliable transportation
• Proof of citizenship, such as a birth certificate, passport, or other government-issued ID

If you do not meet the math prerequisite, contact the apprenticeship center. Many programs offer online classes or can refer you to other options. For example, if you apply to the ETA, you can take the Online Tech Math course as an alternative to Algebra I.
Be sure to request your transcripts as soon as possible. Some schools may take a few weeks to process the request, so you don't want to delay your application due to long processing times
Touch Up Your Resume and Submit Your Application!
Ensure that your resume is current and presents a polished, professional appearance. Highlight any relevant experience or awards prominently.
Thoroughly review all your paperwork to ensure accuracy and completeness before submitting. Neglecting to include important information or leaving out any required documents may result in disqualification from the current round of hiring.
Prepare for the Aptitude Test
An aptitude test is a standard requirement for all apprenticeship programs. Your scores on the aptitude test and your interview will be used to determine your placement in the program.
Below is a brief overview of what to expect from the aptitude tests for the major apprenticeship programs.
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Schedule Your Interview
Once you complete your aptitude test, you'll be scheduled for an interview. This may involve facing a panel of hiring board members, which can be intimidating. To be well-prepared, dress professionally, refine your resume, and practice answering questions beforehand.
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Alternatives to Apprenticeships
Unless you’re in Washington state, you don’t have to do an apprenticeship program to get your state license. There are alternative pathways to getting your state license. While I highly recommend joining an apprenticeship program, I know it’s not always a feasible option. You may live in a small town with no apprenticeship opportunities. You may have applied to a few programs and been denied. Whatever the reason, it doesn’t have to prevent you from becoming an electrician.
First things first, check your state licensing requirements to see if there are any schooling requirements. If there are, you'll want to find the best trade school option near you. Once you're on track to meeting your schooling requirement, it's time to start looking for work. How easy this is will depend on where you live, but contractors are generally desperate for new help and always hiring. So, be proactive and look up electrical contractors near you, cold call them to ask if they're hiring, or even stop by in person. Trust me, this was my go-to method before I was in the union, and I rarely had to call more than one or two contractors before being hired on the spot.
If cold calling doesn't seem to be working for you, don't give up just yet. Look through Craigslist or any other major hiring site, ask your friends and family if they know any electricians, and do whatever you can to get your foot in the door. Your first time getting hired can be the hardest because of your lack of experience, but once you do get hired, it's much easier the second time.
Also, don't forget to come prepared when you do land a job. Don't show up empty handed - have the tools you'll need for the job. Once you find work and complete your required hours and schooling, it will be time to take your state exam. Make sure to set aside plenty of time to study so you can be fully prepared.

Veterans Resources

Active duty military personnel, reservists, and veterans have access to additional resources that can assist in enrolling into an electrical apprenticeship. Three complementary programs are worth considering as they can provide benefits such as additional income, guaranteed admission into a union apprenticeship, and even supplying the necessary tools for the first day on the job.
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GI Bill
Participation in an approved apprenticeship program qualifies you for full GI Bill benefits. This includes receiving 100% of the applicable housing allowance during the first six months of training, 80% for the next six months, and so on until the rate reaches 20%. Once the rate reaches 20%, you will continue to receive 20% of the housing allowance until the completion of the apprenticeship program.
I’ve included an example of these benefits below, but yours may vary. To get some more precise amounts, use the GI Bill Comparison Tool to select your school and calculate your benefits.
Veterans Electrical Entry Program
The Veteran's Electrical Entry Program (VEEP) is a program created by the Electrical Training Alliance (ETA) to address the shortage of skilled labor in the electrical industry and help veterans enter the field. The VEEP serves as a pre-apprenticeship program to prepare veterans for success in the trade.
The pre-apprenticeship program offers: * An in-person 7-week course in San Diego, CA and Anchorage, Alaska * An online, self-paced class, which covers the Inside Wireman 1st year curriculum and a Tech 1 math class
Upon completion, you will be granted automatic entry into the IBEW apprenticeship program and receive complimentary tools from Milwaukee, giving you a head start on your tool list. Additionally, VEEP will work with you to place you in your preferred apprenticeship location, ensuring that you can stay close to home.
VEEP partners with Helmets to Hardhats, so be sure to enroll with both programs. For more information and to begin the application process, visit in2veep.com
Helmets to Hardhats
Helmets to Hardhats (H2H) is a national non-profit organization that helps active duty service members, veterans, National Guard and reservists from the US and Canada transition to a career in the trades. The organization primarily operates online and can assist you in:

• Finding the trade you are interested in
• Providing guidance on the application process
• Testing
• Creating your resume
• Ultimately joining an apprenticeship program

For those interested in the electrical trade, H2H partners specifically with the Electrical Training Alliance. While H2H does not guarantee a spot in the IBEW apprenticeship, joining the organization can increase your chances of getting accepted as they are partnered organizations.
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Frequently Asked Questions

As an active participant in several online forums for electricians, I often come across similar questions from individuals interested in joining the trade. I have compiled some of the most frequently asked questions and provided my answers below for your convenience.

• Do I need any prior experience to become an electrician? Absolutely not! Apprenticeships are designed to teach you everything you need to know about the trade. Many electricians, including myself, start out with little to no prior experience in the construction industry.
  
• What are the prerequisites for enrolling in an apprenticeship program? There are a few basic requirements, but they are easily met by most individuals interested in becoming an electrician. You will need a high school diploma or GED, completion of Algebra I or higher, a valid driver's license and reliable transportation.
  
• Am I too young/old to become an electrician? The majority of electricians start their careers in their late 20s or 30s as a second career, but it's not uncommon to see new apprentices of all ages, whether they are fresh out of high school or in their 50s. Regardless of your age, you can find a place in the industry.
  
• Do I receive college credits for an apprenticeship program? Most apprenticeship programs are affiliated with local community colleges and grant college credits or even associate degrees upon graduation.
  
• How long does it take to become a licensed electrician? Most apprenticeship programs (and most states) require 4 to 5 years of on-the-job training before you can qualify for your state license.
  
• Are layoffs common in construction? The construction industry is cyclical in nature, so when construction projects come to a close, layoffs are often around the corner. However, new projects are always starting and with electricians often being in short supply, finding work is not a difficult task.
  
• Can a woman be an electrician? Absolutely! Women make up less than 4% of the field construction workforce and companies are actively seeking hires that will bring diversity and unique perspectives to the jobsite. Many of the best electricians I've worked with are women. Additionally, most companies have a zero-tolerance policy for sexism and harassment.
  

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So like the title says I am having to rehome both of my male Guinea pigs. They are 3 years old and bonded. I’m moving soon and can’t take them with me to the new place. I’m not going to ask to bend the 2 pet rule either cause the manager is already bending the rules by letting my daughter bring her cat.
My problem is I can’t get anybody to want them. I have them listed on Craigslist and 2 rehoming Facebook groups and nothing. I also set a rehoming fee of $100. That covers both pigs, their cages and all their stuff. I think that fee is reasonable. I don’t want them going to a crappy home.
The closest Guinea pig rescue to me is around 2 hours away and aren’t allowing any out of town surrenders right now, plus I can’t travel due to health problems.
My question is: Is there any other advice or tips that would be useful to me? I’m starting to get down to the wire, and may have to take them to my local shelter, but my local shelter charges $25 per pig to surrender, $50 that I don’t have. I just don’t know what to do anymore.

Part 1
Almost as soon as the note and photo tumbled out of that FedEx envelope, two things happened in rapid succession. The first, was that I immediately dashed over to the wall mounted TV and clambered for the plug, yanking it out of the wall outlet hard enough to let out a small spark. For a moment, I stared at the small inset camera mounted at the top of the frame, one I’d previously regarded with joy and intrigue, as I’d used it to video call friends and family who lived across the country. Now, though, it reminded me more of something out of a dystopian horror novel. The second thing that happened was, I called the cops. Despite how my previous interaction with them, especially the detective, had gone, I dialed 911 anyways. This time, I had proof that couldn’t be simply deleted out from under my nose. Still, I wasn’t taking any chances. While I waited for them to arrive, I kept both the photo and note clutched tightly in my hand. I’d seen far too many films where physical proof had been left laying around, only to have it swiped away when the authorities arrived. Like hell that’s happening here.
A few minutes later, I saw the two police cruisers pull up to the curb, and I opened the door. Just like with the detective, they treated my story with an understandable sense of skepticism. At first. Their expressions changed when I held out the two items I’d received in the mail. After looking at them and sharing a look, they began to take me far more seriously. Many phone calls and radio transmissions were made, and half an hour later, the same detective I’d dealt with before, whose name I learned was Detective Monkhouse, had shown up as well. “This is very serious” he said, looking up from the now bagged and tagged note and photo at me. “Digital hacking and privacy invasion is a crime, but it’s one which can be very hard to track back down to the suspect, Mr. Wexler” I looked up at him from across my kitchen table, hearing the voices of other officers in my living room as members of the cyber crime forensics team examined the television. “So, what are you telling me?” I asked, a note of anxiety audible in my voice, “That you’re not going to be able to find whoever is doing this to me?” He shook his head. “That’s not what I’m saying, Mr. Wexler. Not entirely, at least”
He held his hands out. “There are many different types of cyber criminals. Everything from amateurs who leave behind a digital paper trail you can observe from the space station, to some of the most knowledgeable black hats who rarely, if ever, get caught. We need to find out which category this individual, or group of individuals, are in. We may be able to find them” He gave me a look of sympathy. “But then again, we may not” I felt my shoulders slump at his words, and my head lowered down to look at the wooden table. “However” I heard him say, “We are going to try our best to find them. If our own local cyber crime unit can’t get any headway, since this seems to be beyond just a normal intrusion, we’ll reach out to some of the bigger authorities for help” I looked back up and nodded. A uniformed officer, one with a grey goatee stuck his head into the kitchen. “Detective, the forensics team have finished their overview. They weren’t able to find any way the photo had been taken here. They’re asking if they have permission to take it back to the lab for further study”
Detective Monkhouse shot me a look. I waved my hand at him. “Take the damn thing. As far as I’m concerned, keep it and lock it up in an evidence locker somewhere forever. I don’t want it in my house anymore” He nodded at me, then nodded to the officer, who disappeared back into the living room. I saw him reach into the inner pocket of his coat, pulling out a card and placing it in the middle of the table. “This has my personal cell number, Mr. Wexler. If anything, and I do mean anything else shows up, be it physical or on your phone-“ I cut him off. “I got rid of my smartphone, Detective” I held up the flip phone which had been on the table beside me” He cocked his head in surprise, then nodded. “Well, regardless, get in touch with me if anything else happens” he said. I nodded, then thought of something. “What about in the meantime?” I asked him as he stood up from the table. He scratched his head. “Well, for a few days, I’ll have a squad car placed on the street in front of your house. It’s unlikely these people will actually make a physical move on you, especially now that you’ve called us, but, it’ll be erring on the side of caution”
I nodded, letting out a sigh of relief before thanking him. He waved me away and began to follow the other officers, two carrying my TV out to a forensics van, before turning back in the doorway. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you at first, Mr. Wexler” he admitted. I dismissed him with a wave of my own. “You couldn’t have known” I admitted. After giving me a final hard look, he nodded, then closed the front door behind him. I was left alone in the silence, which now seemed almost suffocating after the events of the evening. As I thought of something to do to help get my mind off of things, something flashed into my mind. I had two smart TVs. One which the police had taken. And a second up in my bedroom, which faced directly at my bed. Before the thought had even finished in my mind, I was dashing up the stairs and into my bedroom, crashing through the half open door. It sat on top of my dresser, dark and silent. For a moment, I thought about letting it be. After all, the photo had come from the downstairs TV, not this one. Nope, I’m not taking ANY chances here, I thought as I crossed to it and pulled the power plug from the wall. I unhooked the cable and Blu-Ray connectors, then carried it downstairs and out the front door, where I dumped it on the sidewalk next to the trash bins.
The next day, as I had the weekend off of work, I drove to my local Goodwill and purchased two old TVs. Both were the old, boxy CRT sets, too old to have any way to have someone spy on me through them. I brought them back home and was setting them up when my landline rang. I answered, hearing Davyn’s voice on the other end. “Jared, what the heck happened at your place? Molly was driving by last night, and she saw a couple cop cars out front” I began to open my mouth to tell him, but stopped. I’d known Davyn for almost seven years now, as long as I’d worked for the company. I’d trusted him completely; hell, the man had even invited me to his wedding. But…at the same time, I had no idea who was doing this to me. It could be someone many miles away. Or it could be someone much closer to home… The feeling that I couldn’t trust anyone was one I’d never had before, and I didn’t like it. Still, I kept my cards close to the vest. “Some homeless guy tried breaking into my house through the backyard, that’s all” I lied, trying as hard as I could to sound casual.
“Oh” was all he said, a small moment of silence spreading out between us. For a moment, I thought he’d clicked off before he spoke again. “Anyways, some of the office were talking, and we thought about having an afternoon lunch tomorrow at Chang’s in the mall. You wanna come?” I debated on it for the moment, then nodded my head at no one. It’d be good for you to get out of here for a bit after this. “Sure, why not?” I said. “Great, I’ll let them know you’ll be coming!” he said enthusiastically, before bidding me good night. I hung the phone up on its hook, then shook my head and went back to setting up the new TVs.
The next day, I walked out to my car at about half past noon. I saw the squad car on the other side of the street and raised an arm to wave to them. They did the same, seeing I was leaving, and I saw one radio it in. Climbing into my car, I started the engine and backed out of my driveway. I decided I’d take a couple back roads instead of the main ones. Not only would it save me some time, it’d also give me a chance to admire the beautiful trees and lakes on the way. I was happy to see very few cars also taking the road. As I passed an old farmhouse, the red barn and silos glinting in the light, my car’s dash let out a little ring. I looked at it, feeling a bit confused as I saw the notification I had an incoming call displayed on the screen. The hell? My flip phone has no Bluetooth, and I don’t have anything else paired to it… Feeling a slight sense of uneasiness fall over me, I looked closer and saw Davyn’s name pop up on the caller ID. I reached out with my thumb and, after a moment’s hesitation, hit the green accept button on my steering wheel. “Hello, Davyn?” I said.
There was no answer from the speakers, though I could tell there was someone on the other end of the line. I could hear someone breathing, very softly. “Davyn, hello?” I said. Still no answer. Okay, this is beyond weird, I thought, and began to reach for the red disconnect button when someone spoke. But it wasn’t Davyn. “Hello, Jared” I felt the blood drain from my face and my hands grip the wheel a bit more tightly. Whoever was speaking was using some sort of voice masking software, the same type you’d hear people use on crime programs when they wanted to remain anonymous. It continued. “It’s nice to finally speak directly to you” My voice had become lodged in my throat, and for a moment I looked down at the flip phone in the cup holder. I’d programmed Detective Monkhouse’s number into it, and I wondered if I could quietly flip it open and speed dial him. I found my voice finally as I slowly took one hand off the steering wheel, watching a beautiful pond flash by on my left. “Who the hell are you, and what the hell do you want?” I said, attempting to sound intimidating, but knowing I failed miserably.
The person on the other end laughed. “Oh, come on now, Jared. Where’s the fun in spoiling the surprise on that?” It laughed again. “Maybe you’ll find out. Then again, maybe you won’t” My right hand had made it to the flip phone, and I slowly began to lift it out of the cup holder. That was when the brakes on my car locked up for no reason at all. I was shot forward; the only thing that kept me from smashing into the steering wheel being the seat belt. The flip phone flew from my hand and landed somewhere I couldn’t see as the car began driving again. What the hell was that?! I didn’t hit the brakes… “Uh, uh, uh, Jared” the voice through the speakers said. “You ruined the fun for a while by going to the police, and then tried to again when you called them last night” The person clucked their tongue. “I’m not going to have us disturbed this time” It laughed again, and as I reached down, I heard my car let out a beep. Looking back up, I saw something which made the blood in my veins turn to ice.
My car is a 2020 Cadillac CT6-V. I’d purchased it to treat myself when I’d gotten an extremely nice bonus two years ago, as I’d never owned a car as new before. One of the options I’d insisted on finding, had been the true, hands free driving system, called Super Cruise. And now, as I stared in horror, and even though I knew it was a road it shouldn’t have been able to work on, the green glow from the top of the steering wheel indicated that it had been activated. At the same time, I felt the car begin to accelerate, even though my foot wasn’t pressing hard down on the accelerator. The voice laughed again. “You’d be amazed at how easy it is to hack into newer cars connected to the internet” it said, almost in a boastful tone, “All it takes is a few keystrokes and, whoop!” I stared at the speedometer as it passed eighty miles an hour and kept climbing rapidly. “Please, stop the car” I begged. All I got was a laugh in return. Then the voice lost all humor in it. “Enjoy the ride, Jared” it said, before the line went dead. The car kept accelerating, now reaching a hundred and ten miles an hour. I reached out and frantically tried turning the steering wheel. But it wouldn’t move an inch in my hands.
All of a sudden, a new sound assaulted my ears. The radio had begun to play music all on its own. I stared at the screen and felt a sick, sinking sensation in my stomach as I recognized both the opening guitar riff, and the name displayed on the screen. Don’t Fear the Reaper, by Blue Oyster Cult. In desperation, I began jamming my foot down on the brake pedal, hoping something would happen. But, even though it went all the way to the floor, the car only continued to pick up speed. Trees, houses and lakes went by in an almost indistinguishable blur as the car passed a hundred and thirty miles an hour, the speedometer almost on the far right side now. The lyrics to the song, one which for all my life I’d loved hearing, now held a sick, sadistic tone to them as the singer belted out the song’s title over and over. What the fuck do I do?! I didn’t know. There wasn’t much I could do. I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes as I was pressed back into the seat.
That was when a sign whipped by on the right. It was too quick to read, but I’d gone by it so many times that I knew what it’d said by now. It was a sign, advertising the biggest lake in our town up ahead, along with a parking and viewing space. As the car reached the bend in the road, I expected it to take the turn, but instead, and with a new feeling of terror, the car kept going straight, flying onto and down the narrow dirt and gravel road. I heard rocks and sticks slamming into the car’s underside over the roar of the engine. That was when a fresh dose of horror crashed over me like freezing wave. I knew what they were going to do to me. Directly at the end of the road was the parking lot, which sat behind a wooden fence, separating it from an almost forty feet drop down to the lake. They’re going to drive me right off the edge into the lake! I felt my breath hitch in my throat. “Fuck that!” I shouted out at no one. I knew if I tried bailing out of the car at these speeds, on this road, I would sustain serious, possibly even life threatening injuries. But it was still better than possibly drowning.
I made the decision and unbuckled my seatbelt, reaching for the driver’s door handle. As soon as my fingers wrapped around the cool aluminum, I yanked, hard. Nothing happened. The door locks remained firmly down, the door unmoving. I tried again, getting the same thing. “FUCK!” I screamed, then saw the narrow road open up. Beyond it, I saw a few cars parked on the edges, and beyond the thin wooden fence, the shimmering blue waters of the lake. “Oh, fuck me” I breathed out, my words barely audible over the still playing song, which had reached its guitar solo. I scrambled over my shoulder, grabbing the seat belt and frantically trying to hook it back into place. As it finally clicked, the car burst out of the road into the lot, having slowed down somewhat on the dirt, but still traveling over a hundred miles an hour. I saw the panicked faces of people turning to see me flying towards them, some yanking their children out of the way. I opened my mouth and screamed out as all I saw was the fence. And then, the car was airborne.
It smashed through the fence as though it’d been made of straw. The front of the car lifted slightly, and all I saw were treetops and the blue sky. At the speed I’d been going, the car made it halfway across the huge lake. And then, everything slammed to a halt as it finally crashed into the water. I flew forward, my head slamming into the steering wheel hard enough that I almost lost consciousness. The airbag didn’t deploy; no doubt due to something that fucker had done to it. I pulled back, leaning into the seat as it sat in the water for a moment. I put my hand to my forehead, coming away and seeing bright red blood on the palm. “Ugh” I groaned out in pain. Thankfully, the music had died upon impact, along with the engine. But, worse was that it had been replaced with a new sound. The sound of water filling up the engine compartment through the front grill. In a daze, I reached down and unbuckled the seatbelt, sliding forward slightly towards the wheel again as I was freed. The nose of the car began to sink into the water slowly, and as I regained my wits, panic returned en masse. Oh….oh, hell, the car’s sinking. I knew I needed to get out, now. I turned and grabbed for the door handle, hoping that now, whatever the voice who’d hacked my car had done to it would be useless without power.
But the doors remained locked, refusing to open. And without power, the windows wouldn’t roll down either. I fought back the rising horror in my mind as I saw water slip over the top of the hood, reaching the bottom edge of the windshield. “Oh, crap. Oh, crap, crap, crap” I mumbled out. Turning and gripping the back of my seat, I leaned forward and looked into the backseat. As my eyes swept over everything, a small glint of metal wedged under the passenger seat caught my eye. Yes! It was a tire iron, one I’d used a few days prior to change a flat tire I’d gotten on the highway. I’d dropped it into the backseat when I’d finished and hadn’t bothered to return it to the trunk. Reaching over, I fumbled for a moment, trying to dislodge it from where it’d caught as I felt the car sink nose first further into the water. After a few frantic tugs, it finally came free, and I turned around. I let out a sharp cry as I saw the water had slipped over the entire windshield; all I could see out of it now was the blue, slightly murky shadows of underwater. At the same time, I felt something cold begin to splash against my legs, and looked down to see water beginning to pour into the cabin.
At that moment, a thought occurred to me. My phone! I frantically fumbled around in the passenger footwell, hoping the water hadn’t risen over it yet. Thankfully, I found it just above the rising waterline. Snatching it up, I opened my center console and yanked out a waterproof baggie I’d put in there to hold some miscellaneous items of mine. I upended it, dumping the contents out, then stuffed the phone into it and sealed it, tucking it into my inner jacket pocket. Then I picked up the tire iron and gauged how far I’d have to swing to shatter the driver’s window, which, for the moment still was above the water line. Information I’d learned when I was younger came to the front of my mind, and I knew I only had a few seconds before the water covered it, making it almost impossible to break. Crying out, I swung as hard as I could. The first blow did nothing to it. I swung again. This time, to my relief, cracks began appearing in the glass. As I saw water begin to creep up the window, I let out a final scream and swung a third time.
The window finally shattered into a thousand pieces of small glass. Almost immediately, water began pouring into the now open window, and the car rapidly began to fill up with water and sink. I grabbed the roof of the car, struggling to pull myself out through the mountain of water pouring in. As the waterline finally reached me, I took one final gasp of air as I sank underwater. The pressure finally equalized, and I pulled myself out of the open window, pushing away from the car with my feet. I stared down for a moment as I watched it sink down, eventually too deep for me to see, then kicked as hard as I could for the surface. After a few agonizing moments, during which my lungs began to feel as though they were on fire, my head broke the surface. I sputtered, coughing out bits of lake water which had made its way into my mouth. The shoes and clothes I had on weighed down, making me feel as though I’d sink again.
That’s when I felt someone grab me from behind. “Get off me!” I screamed, thrashing around. But the grip didn’t loosen. “Easy, easy, I’ve got you!” I heard a man’s voice say, and I realized one of the people who’d seen me crash through the fence must’ve jumped into the water after me. I felt all strength leave me, and I lay back in the water as I was pulled back to shore, where a crowd of twenty or so people had formed. They all had concerned or frightened looks on their faces, and after what they must’ve seen, I didn’t blame them one bit. I heard one woman talking on the phone to the police, and the thought reminded me. I reached into my soaked coat and pulled out the waterproof bag. The guy who’d rescued me saw me pulling it out and crouched down next to me. I held it out to him. “Use it” I muttered weakly, “Call…call Detective Monkhouse…tell him….tell him” I wasn’t able to finish my sentence, as the steadily encroaching blackness which had crept around the edge of my vision finally overtook me, and I passed out.
I awoke sometime later, though how much, I wasn’t sure, in a hospital. The first three things I saw, aside from the overhead lights, were the on duty nurse, Detective Monkhouse, and a uniformed officer. After checking my vitals, the nurse left me alone with the two officers, and still feeling groggy, I told them what had happened. Both exchanged looks, especially when I told them the only person who knew I was going out that day had been my coworker, but I could tell now that they believed me, especially after our previous encounter the other day. The officer left for a moment to phone Davyn. When he returned, they spoke quietly to one another, then turned and spoke to me. They told me that my car had already been retrieved from the lake; I’d been unconscious for two and a half days, and that even though it’d be almost impossible to get anything from the now waterlogged computers, they’d try anyways. Detective Monkhouse also told me that they’d managed to keep a lid on what had really happened, saying I’d just lost control of my car. I sat up in the bed. “Wha-Why?” I stammered out. That was when they dropped the bomb on me.
Davyn was missing. He’d left his house about an hour before I had, but had never shown up at the Chinese restaurant that afternoon. Molly, his wife, had reported him missing the next day, and as such, they were notifying higher authorities due to the severity of the situation. I felt numb as they told me this. Davyn….he’s not involved in this…is he? I knew I’d felt wary of him yesterday when he’d called, but the idea he had anything to do with the hell I’d been dropped into, especially attempting to murder me with my own car, made me feel sick to my stomach. I trusted him… The officers told me they’d station an officer at my door, and when I went home, they’d station two squad cars outside. As they stood up to leave, Detective Monkhouse turned to me. “We’re going to find these people, Jared” he said firmly, for the first time using my first name. I nodded, and he turned and left.
I stayed in the hospital for about three more days while the doctors and nurses checked to make sure I was okay. Aside from the gash in my forehead, which required stitches, I’d been lucky not to break any bones, getting away with many bruises and feeling as though I’d been run over by an elephant. When I was discharged, Vivien was there near the entrance to the hospital to greet me. I was slightly surprised to see her, but nevertheless happy as she flung her arms around me. “Thank God you’re okay!” she exclaimed. “I saw the accident on the local news the other day. When I realized it was your car they were pulling out, I thought…” She trailed off, and not for the first time, I felt relieved I had someone like her not only as a coworker, but also a friend. A moment later, though, a feeling of doubt crept over me. Why would she show up now, of all times, just as I’m getting out? HOW would she have known I was getting out today? The feeling of paranoia returned in spades, and I quietly untangled myself from her. “I’m fine” I lied, then motioned to the officers waiting to take me home. “Look, I need time to myself right now. I’ll try and be back at work, whenever I can. I’ll talk to you about this then, okay?”
I saw her hesitate, but she nodded, touched my shoulder one more time, then walked back towards the parking lot. As she went, I looked around. I looked at all the people who stood in the hospital lobby, at the ones walking through the parking lot. I saw them all holding up their smartphones, scrolling through whatever, taking photos or talking on them. I saw the cameras for the surveillance system, both in the lobby, and on the parking lot lights. I suddenly was overcome with a feeling of being unsafe and watched, the same feeling I’d had twice before, and quickly hurried to the officers’ cruiser.
For the next few weeks, nothing, again happened. Everything seemed to mellow out. This time, though, I didn’t feel relieved. It felt like whoever had set their eyes on me were just biding their time, waiting for it all to die down. The police and the upper investigatory team; nobody would tell me how high up they were, but I could guess, hadn’t made any headway into finding the culprit or culprits behind the car hacking and text messages. Whoever it was, was good, never using one IP address too long to be tracked, and using encryption as well. That was all I was told, anyways. In the meantime, I’d been placed on paid leave by my job, and I mostly stayed home. I’d also purchased a new car with the money my insurance paid out for my Cadillac. This time, however, instead of buying a new car, I’d browsed through Craigslist on my laptop (covering the camera with tape, though) until I found an early 70s Ford LTD for sale. One which had no possible connection to the internet to it. I’d bought it immediately.
Then, one Thursday, as I stood outside in the warm summer air, washing my new car in the driveway, I saw a van pull up to the curb in front of my house. I felt my heart sink as I saw it was a FedEx truck. A different man from the first time stepped out, carrying a familiar looking delivery envelope. Feeling my heart begin to thud hard in my chest, I dropped the water hose and sponge and ran around the side of the van. The squad car was still there, and I frantically waved my arms to be spotted. After a second, the two officers stepped out and jogged to me. “What’s wrong, sir?” one asked. I couldn’t find my voice; instead, I jabbed towards the delivery man now walking across the front lawn to us. He froze as the officers sped over to him. After a confused moment, he handed them the envelope. While one officer detained him for questioning, the other pulled on a pair of sterile gloves from his pocket and tore open the envelope. Upending it in his hand, three items fell out.
The first, was a local newspaper clipping of the accident I’d been in. It had been laminated, and in the giant, front page picture I could see the tail end of my Cadillac being hauled out of the lake.
The second, was another glossy photo. It had been taken through the broken fence I’d smashed through. I could see my own unconscious body, surrounded by people. Knowing they’d been that close to me, physically been that close to me, filled me with a fear I can’t describe.
The third was another typed note.
Congratulations on surviving, Jared. Enjoy your rest. We’ll see you again soon.
Part 3
Final

The Master Troll, Wabbie, and Carrie were all trolling on Craigslist as usual when a strange phenomenon occurred. Suddenly, they were all hit with a powerful surge of energy, and each of them gained unique superpowers.
The Master Troll's trolling abilities were amplified beyond measure, and he gained the ability to control and manipulate other people's thoughts and emotions with his words. He could bend anyone to his will, causing them to do whatever he pleased.
Wabbie's narcissism reached new heights, and he gained the power of telekinesis. He could move objects with his mind, and he loved to use his powers to impress others and show off.
Carrie's beauty was enhanced to superhuman levels, and she gained the power of seduction. With a mere glance, she could make anyone fall under her spell and do her bidding.
At first, the three trolls were thrilled with their newfound abilities and used them to wreak havoc on Craigslist. The Master Troll took control of entire forums, manipulating users into fighting each other and causing chaos. Wabbie used his telekinesis to hurl insults and objects at his targets, while Carrie used her seductive powers to manipulate others into doing her bidding.
But soon, they began to realize the consequences of their actions. The more they used their powers, the more they began to lose themselves to their darkest impulses.
The Master Troll became consumed with power, using his abilities to control everyone around him and turning into a tyrant. Wabbie's narcissism spiraled out of control, and he became obsessed with using his powers to impress others, even at the cost of his own safety. Carrie's beauty began to fade, and she became desperate to regain her former glory, using her powers to manipulate and control anyone she could.

I have an 04 Ford focus, tire rod snapped on a roundabout n I snapped the control arm, sway bar link, tire rod, bearing snapped, tire was barely salvageable, and the subframe massively bent and I just finished fixing it, returned the tools to my buddy who lives an hour away and works at a shop, got back home, went to make coffee and go doordash finally, and came outside to the exact mfn same spot smashed in and the tires bent the same way. I just jacked it up, and wouldn't ya feggin know it. The subframes bent right back to hell. Tire rod snapped I think and some rods bent, I don't know my stuff at all. Paid some craigslist mechanic to come tell me last time, but I have $18 to my name rn. Hopefully a pick n pull yard will let me get one of whatever rods bent for $20 and I can find some change somewhere. The subframes out of the question though. I don't even own a wrench, just a hammer and my garbage jack that came with the car. I've been slamming this thing for 15 minutes and my head hurts from the noise. Any advice on how to bend this POS back into submission?