At fifteen years, I did not need a babysitter, but there was always someone at home with me during my recovery after my accident.
By the third week, I was so bored I begged my father to take me with him to work.
He worked as an air conditioning technician, and the people at their air conditioning company were enthusiastic, and I was dying to have a change of scenery. After a lot of persuasions, he agreed. I was so excited to get into the indoor comfort business van I felt like a little girl again. When I was little, my father would occasionally take me to work. I remembered a day when we left home where he had gone for air conditioning repair, and the van got stuck in the mud. As I was putting on my seat belt, my father received a call to go for HVAC maintenance in a house on his way to work. We found the owner standing at the curb and waiting for the a/c serviceman. My dad asked him if it was okay if I could wait on his porch rather than stay in the car since I needed to stretch my injured leg, and he agreed. He showed him to the HVAC installation, which he worked on as fast as possible. It was midmorning by the time we got to the air conditioning provider. The following job required five of them to go since they installed a quality air conditioner and a thermostat. It was a multi-split air conditioning system that would not take the whole day. That day I went through magazines about the cooling industry and learned more about air conditioning and how it affects air quality.