Cynthia was brought up about 50 miles away, moved here in her teens, and ‘worked the tables’ for longer than she meant to. On 'the way through' she fell into a job that she had for 38 years and had just retired from, not because she had to but really because the market had fallen through the floor.
Cynthia traveled the world working for a single company for every one of those 38 years. She loved it.
Before she got into it, she didn’t even know it was a job to be done. Have to say - 38 years later, neither did I.
Ever wondered what happened to those gold fillings when grandma passed? Cynthia knows. In Cynthia’s words; “Whoever saw grandma last, just before she was ‘planted’ …. that’s who knows where the gold went. And it wasn’t buried with her.”
Bottom line, Cynthia worked for a gold refinery business - 'recycling' division. It was ‘big business’ and kept Cynthia in a really good job for most of her working life.
In case you don’t think that there was money to be made, Cynthia assured me that just one old dentist carpet that was going to be thrown away delivered thousands of dollars in gold.
“Gold," I said. “I thought that market was very much alive and well?”
“It is,” she said, "but not at the dentists. People haven’t been doing gold fillings for years now - and if they aren’t filling their mouths with gold, we have nothing to buy and recycle."
If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story.