You've made it through high school... barely.
You've completed trade school... barely.
You got a job, and now, at 23/24 you are an inspector for the civil works.
You come to my building site on an inspection.
You act all high and mighty that everything is either alright, crap or something in between.
I laugh and dismiss you.
(of course, this is when the full force of the civil works department bears down on me, figuratively crushing me beneath its boots)
Now you'll have to forgive me when a 24-year old boy doesn't make an impression on me, even when he brandishes his official badge in front of me. For some reason with me, you need to earn my respect. Legal issues aside, authority comes with age, experience, and perhaps admiration. I had to earn mine when I was 24 (and older even), and some punk from trade school is not going to change that perception.
I'm just prejudiced like that. Young guys from trade school should know their place. Pay your respects and bring a senior person along for the inspection, alright?
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