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Randy squared his shoulders as he walked out with the certificate in his hand and headed for the bus back home. Now he had a technical job and the certificate to prove it. He had been a slightly less than average student in high school, although he had been a four letter man in sports and a BMOC all through his senior year. The trouble with Randy was that he had very little ambition and shunned college as he didn't want any more of the strain of learning that he had for the four years in high school. It was tough getting a decent job without a college diploma and when he saw the ad in the help wanted column of the paper he jumped at the chance to be trained as a technician and have a decent paying job. Now he had graduated the course and was a certified Maytag Repairman with a list of the Maytag owners in his area and was ready to fix any problems that may arise with any Maytag product. Not only that, they were paying him a decent wage and he could work out of his apartment since all his work would be servicing customers in their homes. Any major repairs would require the company to send out a truck to pick up the units and return them to the factory for replacement.

The company had placed ads in the local phone books for him and he had been waiting for the phone to ring for over two weeks now. He spent his days reading and watching TV and figured it was a terrific job since he was getting his weekly paycheck in the mail even though he never did anything for it. He was in the middle of a great movie one morning when the phone rang and he looked at it with disbelief for a moment until he finally muted the sound and picked up the phone. It ...

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