When my wife and I moved to Montana several years ago, I was gainfully employed and she traveled our area to find work in her field of choice, as a Veterinary Technician.
Doing so for her was no easy task. We live in a county the size of Rhode Island, with less than a tenth of that state’s population. She branched out an hour in every direction, sometimes more, and eventually secured a position that put her commute on rural back roads summer and winter alike. And she loves her job.
After gaining seven years experience, her boss calls her the best tech he’s ever worked with. That may just be motivational hyperbole, but I doubt it. I can tell you for sure she is the hardest working woman in Montana. Then again, I am her husband.
So when a local professional association began touting a potential Vet Tech licensing effort heading to the legislature, we both got a little nervous. I’ve worked in human resources for nearly two decades, and she’s often heard me preach about occupational licensing and its negative effects.