The First

My name is Michael Howell. I live in the hill country of central Texas. I work. I do stuff when I’m not working. I’m a normal man who does normal manly things. Just trying to make it through this life. That’s really all you need to know about me.

This first post is going to serve as an introduction and insight to what I do and what I intend to accomplish with my blog posts. In an effort to entertain my readers and vent about my life on the road due to my current career, I will be elaborating on the ins and outs of what I see and experience on the road. I will do my best to make at least one post a day, maybe more, maybe less. Stay with me and I promise to give you guys an entertaining story, most of the time.

Let’s start with what I do. My current and less flattering title is Field Technician. I know, it’s a broad/vague title that leaves much to the imagination. I work in the field of fuel detection and remediation and cathodic protection. If you’re anything like me, you have no idea what that is. Basically, we (The other technicians and myself. I’m an arrogant asshole at times, but let’s be honest, I can’t do this job myself) provide all services for the compliance of above-ground and underground storage tanks and piping. Part of it is precision tank, line, and line leak detector testing; monthly vapor monitoring; cathodic protection (corrosion control and prevention) testing, installation, and repair; Stage II testing; tank removal, closure, and installation consultation; environmental site assessments (Phase I & II); and environmental audits and consulting. It’s a lot of manual labor and hard work. Outside in all seasons, weather, and terrains. Sun up to sun down. Sometimes overnight work. The travel for this line of work takes me all over Texas, New Mexico, Oklahoma, Kansas, Arkansas, Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama. I spend over 300 nights a year in hotels. It’s not the most difficult job in the world, but it isn’t for the weak-willed either.

This blog is NOT going to focus on what I do and what my job entails, but I figured I’d humble brag about my complex-sounding career and what all I do for it. This blog will be about what I see and experience on the road, on job sites, and at hotels.

As you can imagine, I experience all kinds of things on the road: beauty, horror, fun, kindness, hate, skepticism, pain, loneliness, passion, laughter, tears, and of course the satisfaction of a job well done. These experiences are what I’m going to elaborate on in my posts. Some will be short and sweet, some will be long and drawn out. All will be entertaining and relatable.

In an effort to keep y’all entertained and stay true to who I am, these posts will be written as if my personality is smeared all over these words. I’m a bit cocky, blunt, sometimes an asshole, passionate, and fairly dry and cynical. If you aren’t interested, the internet is a big place with millions of other blogs for you to read. If you want something honest that may or may not hit close to home, well, here we are.

Please keep in mind that I am new to blogging (this is actually my first blog post ever and I’m not entirely sure anyone is going to see this or if I’m even doing this correctly). I am by no means a Nobel Laureate. There will be typos, spelling errors, incorrect grammar, and it may seem that things are out of order. I don’t really care. Hell, I don’t even like writing. But I figured I give it a shot, for y’all, cuz I’m a super nice guy and all.

So thank you for reading, thank you for putting up with any posts in the future, and thank you for bearing with me on this journey, however long it may be.

Stay classy, and I’ll see you at the next stop.

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