Date: May 24th, 2025 6:21 PM
Author: electric thirsty cruise ship doctorate
In 1982, after about 10 years of Navy avionics and before going to college, I leapt into civilian life with no preparation or planning. I walked into the Orlando newspaper building and asked to place a “job wanted” ad. The newspaper policy was generous—veterans got 6 lines free (in a skinny column). So I simply advertised the following words:
NAVY AVIONICS TECH
(407) XXX-XXXX
By 0600 the next morning after the papers hit the streets, my phone was ringing off the hook. I visited several firms that day:
A hospital equipment repair company needed a tech to repair things like ultrasound machines.
A sewer pipe welding company needed a tech to repair the robot that crawled through pipes.
A pinball machine company needed a tech to repair pinball machines.
A shady dude with a garage full of high school kids soldering quietly needed an electronics engineer who would reverse-engineer name brand car alternators and then design a cheaper but functional identical model.
A firm at the airport that modified executive G-3 jets to the desires of Arab sheikhs needed a tech to build custom-made electronics suites such as stereo systems and TVs for passenger seats. (Those things were not yet common.)
ALL FIVE gave me a solid job offer on the spot. I was employed that afternoon.
So I was pretty happy with the training and experience the Navy gave me.
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