10/13/2026
āThis will work for now, until something better comes along.ā
Thatās what I thought when I took a job at a plumbing company as a teenager.
On October 12, 1992, the phone call came telling me Iād been hired. I was 16, turning 17 on the 19th. Iād shown up early for the interview without knowing much about interviewsāand even less about plumbing.
But I understood what mattered: show up every day, work hard, and donāt let down the family friend who vouched for me or the family name I carried.
My hours were 3:30 to 5 after school. Put away fittings, sweep floors, vacuum carpets, take out garbage. Totes and totes of unused fittings came back from job sites. Putting them away was almost like sorting mail.
Once in a while, a plumber needed an extra hand, and Iād help on a job.
Pretty good gig. Especially when I figured summer would mean having all day to fart around before working my hour and a half.
Apparently, nobody else had agreed to that arrangement. š
School ended, and suddenly I was working eight to twelve hours a day.
And shoveling. Oh my goodness, the shoveling.
Iām not sure they believed in backhoes back then.
āTake Jason. Have him dig that hole.ā
So I dug. And dug. And still handled my duties back at the shop. I made more money that summer than I couldāve imagined. I started buying my own clothes and shoes, paying my own bills, and helping at home however I could.
Then came my first sewer call.
I still remember the customer and the job site. Water backed up throughout the basement. My first assignment was helping get the machine down the stairs.
I watched the technician work the cable while things floated around us. Then he said, āHey, I got it!ā
Right in the middle of that water, a whirlpool formed. The basement started draining.
And just like that, I was a little kid again.
Spring snowmelt. Green rubber boots with felt liners. My dog beside me. Digging little ditches to drain the driveway and sailing my G.I. Joes between puddles in a little boat my dad made.
Watching that basement drain gave me the same excitement.
I was hooked.
Those machines didnāt bring the cable back automatically. Somebody had to pull it out by hand and feed it into the drum. That somebody was usually me.
The guys would brag about how good Jason was at pulling cable. The more they complimented me, the harder I workedāand the longer they got to sit and watch.
Looking back, I may have been the victim of some pretty effective management. š
By senior year, we were talking about my future. They wanted to keep me full-time, with an apprenticeship eventually becoming an option.
That winter, bitter cold shut school down for about a week. I spent roughly twelve to fourteen hours a day for seven days underneath mobile homes, thawing frozen sewer and waterlines.
No Under Armour back then. Just stiff cotton clothes that pretty much guaranteed you were going to freeze.
But I enjoyed the work and the challenge. We felt like a band of brothers. A bunch of tough roughnecks working outside so other people could be comfortable inside.
After graduation, I went full-time. They hired someone to handle my shop duties while I spent more time in the field.
Learning. Learning. Learning.
When an apprenticeship opportunity came along, I didnāt feel ready, and I wasnāt interested in going back to school. I think that disappointed the owners, but they were understanding.
Meanwhile, another idea had taken root: maybe someday I could start my own sewer cleaning business.
Iād gotten good enough at it that they bought equipment for me to keep on my work vehicle, manage, and take care of. That trust meant a lot.
I loved working for that company. But like a lot of young people, I wondered whether the grass might be greener somewhere else.
When I left, it never felt the same. I regretted it almost immediately. But I was too proud to ask for my job back, and Iād given the new company my word, so I stayed.
During that time, I started putting Straight Flush Sewer together.
The groundwork began in 1999: working with a bank, getting my ducks in a row, figuring out how to turn an idea into a business. My first call didnāt come until the fall of 2000.
I had less than $100 in savings, a dream, and a passion for the work.
I couldnāt afford a work van AND a personal vehicle, so I bought an enclosed trailer and pulled it with my personal vehicle.
Going to clean a sewer? Hook up the trailer.
Need groceries? Unhook the trailer.
That was my fleet. š
I didnāt have a heated garage. I didnāt have ANY garage. Everything stayed outside.
Frozen equipment. Frozen gloves. Day after day.
In 2005, I finally built a heated garage. If youāve ever started your workday by putting on frozen gloves, youāll understand just how big a deal that was.
I didnāt have a plumbing license when I started this business. What I did have was more than seven years of experience in plumbing and heating, working alongside people who taught me the trade, customer relations, job site management, and how to keep going when the job got tough.
Many of those plumbers went on to own businesses themselves. About three-quarters of the guys Iām thinking of are still in plumbing today under various company names.
The owner who took a chance on me clearly knew how to pick people. I was fortunate to learn from some of the best.
Fast-forward to today: a shop in Peshtigo where Iāve been for more than five years, two work vans, a work truck, and equipment thatās a whole lot of fun to operateāand helps me do the best job I can.
Quite a change from unhooking a trailer to go buy groceries.
Yesterday marked 34 years since that phone call.
Thirty-four years of learning, working, solving problems, and building a business. I think thatās a rĆ©sumĆ© I can be proud of.
And I still get excited when a backed-up drain finally goes down.
Now I get to watch my boys experience that same feeling, learn the business, and put the knowledge Iāve gathered over three decades to work themselves.
Thatās pretty special.
Who wouldāve thought that kid putting fittings away would still be here?
I guess āuntil something better comes alongā turned into a lifetime.
āJason
Straight Flush Sewer LLC
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