Licensed to Death
I swear these days everybody wants to see a license before they'll let you do anything. It doesn't matter if you've been doing the work for twenty years, solved problems nobody else could figure out, or trained half the people on the jobsite. The first thing people ask is, "Are you licensed?" Meanwhile, I'm standing there thinking, "I taught the licensed guy how to do that." Now don't get me wrong. I'm not against licenses. I actually went through the process. I studied. I took the classes. I paid the fees. I sat through enough paperwork to qualify for a second career as a professional form filler. I passed the tests. I did everything they asked. Then somehow I still got denied. That's when I started wondering if the goalposts were mounted on wheels. It's a funny feeling when you know how to do the work, prove you know how to do the work, pass the tests showing you know how to do the work, and then get told you still can't have ...
