Surviving My First Job….
You should never trust a guy named ‘’Pimp.’ I was in my last year of High School and I had known Pimp Thompson for the five years I attended Oshawa Secondary.
My family had their own thriving business and I loved working closely with my Dad during the summer months. We were in the cattle biz and we exported dairy cattle to the United States. We also milked over one hundred and twenty head, so it was a big operation.