Winchman
Carpal tunnel level member
- Location
- Southwest Georgia
The one thing I indulged in when I was in college in the 1960s was the photography club. The club had a well-equipped darkroom, and I spent many hours processing film, making prints, and learning how to use cameras. Fast forward to 1967 and one of my interviews while searching for my first real job. There was a lot of competition for the good jobs. I was being escorted out of the engineering department at a turbine engine plant when I saw they had a darkroom, and asked if I could look around.
The escort seemed impressed with my familiarity with all the equipment, and asked if I knew how to use it. I assured him that I did. He took me to the lobby, and asked me to hang around for a while. Soon I was taken to a manager's office where I was offered a job where I'd split my time between engineering work and photography. Turns out the fellow who had set up the darkroom had left unexpectedly, and they really needed someone who could take technical pictures and do the darkroom work in house part-time. There was no way I'd pass that up.
It turned out to be a great job, too. I got to see every part of their operations, especially anything that was new or out of the ordinary as the photographer, and I spent the rest of my time in the design, machining, welding, fabrication, inspection, and test areas.
The job only lasted four years, but I really enjoyed it. The time and effort I'd put into my college hobby sure paid off for me.
The escort seemed impressed with my familiarity with all the equipment, and asked if I knew how to use it. I assured him that I did. He took me to the lobby, and asked me to hang around for a while. Soon I was taken to a manager's office where I was offered a job where I'd split my time between engineering work and photography. Turns out the fellow who had set up the darkroom had left unexpectedly, and they really needed someone who could take technical pictures and do the darkroom work in house part-time. There was no way I'd pass that up.
It turned out to be a great job, too. I got to see every part of their operations, especially anything that was new or out of the ordinary as the photographer, and I spent the rest of my time in the design, machining, welding, fabrication, inspection, and test areas.
The job only lasted four years, but I really enjoyed it. The time and effort I'd put into my college hobby sure paid off for me.










