Sixty Years Ago
Sixty Years ago today on July 11, 1960, I walked into the
offices of “California Texas Oil Corporation”, at 380 Madison Avenue, between
46th and 47th Streets, in New York City, to begin my
first salaried, professional, engineering job.
The Process Engineering Department was in Room 1215, and being a newbie,
I did not even rate a Dilbert-style cubicle.
My desk was in the “bullpen”, with those whom we then called “secretaries”.
I had a young family, had just completed my active military
duty as an Army Signal Corps officer, and had just moved to Metuchen, New Jersey,
in the New York City area.
When I first saw the name of the company, I thought “California
wouldn’t be so bad, but I’m not so sure about Texas” (sic). I soon learned that Caltex were an integrated
international oil company who were a joint venture of Standard Oil of
California and Texaco, and they had oil production, refining and marketing all
over the world. I had just interviewed with the SOCAL Refinery in Perth Amboy,
New Jersey, who had almost exactly the same Engineering structure as Caltex in
NYC, but the international nature of Caltex attracted me.
It turns out that I spent more time in my nearly 30 years
with Caltex at their Corporate headquarters in New York and Dallas, than
overseas, but that’s just the way things went.
I did live in The Netherlands, Lebanon, Kenya. England, at various
times. I also travelled extensively
throughout Europe, Pakistan, Indonesia, Hong Kong, Singapore.
By 1960, I was not new to working for a living. I had been doing that, first with menial labor-intensive
jobs in my early teens, to full time shifts in the Berkshire cotton mills while
I was in high school, (before Warren Buffet bought them and took the name), to both
technical-type and street-wise jobs while going to college in Boston. I can still
emulate the accent and relate that I “pahked cahs at Bahston Gahden”.
I did just about every crappy job in the world in my teens,
including back-breaking and dirty farm work, digging ditches, drilling and
blasting ledges on construction, and several other forms of low wage, physical
labor. I was also relatively smart in my
little high school class of 100+ kids, so I decided to get out of that little
corner of the Berkshires, and do something more substantial.
We were not a wealthy family, by any means, so my first
thought was the military and the GI bill, but my mother and Mr. Grosz, the
principle of my high school convinced me, with appropriate scholarships, to go
to college at Northeastern University in Boston. Northeastern had a co-op program where I
could defray part of the cost of going to college while gaining experience in
my chosen field.
Even back then, and at a young age, I did a cost/benefit
analysis of going to college and getting a degree versus working and earning for
those 4 or 5 years. I estimated that it
would take me to nearly 30 years of age to break even, just on the basis of
lost earnings. I hesitate to do this
sort of calculation in the present day, with colleges and the government
gouging students and their families with almost “unrepayable” student loans,
while expanding campus infrastructures to Olympian proportions.
I chose Chemical Engineering as a field of study because, at
that time, the field paid the most.
Electrical Engineering was comparable, but I preferred Chemistry and
Physics compared to even more advanced derivative math than Chemical Engineering
required.
I didn’t intend to write quite as much, but I’ll include the
above in the autobiography that I’m sporadically working on.
Ray Gruszecki
July 11, 2020