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I was working for a painter that was a real son of a bitch. Another guy and I made up one of his crews and he was just a total asshole to work for.

We busted our asses for this guy and he was never happy. He wanted me to work 6 days a week and i refused because I had a part time job at night. I called it job insurance. You could always quit one if they got on your nerves.

So I finally had enough of this guys bullshit and quit on him. Back in the '90's painters were a dime a dozen and you could find work easily.

I called another painter at random. I think that I had seen his vans around and they were in good shape. Something Brothers. Cant remember the name. I talk to this guy on the phone and he tells me to meet him at a 7-11 on the far south side of town at 7AM.

About a half hour drive for me. So I'm there at 6:45 AM and I wait. And wait. And wait. This was before cell phones were common so I tried his # a few times at a payphone. After about 2 hours I figure the guy isnt coming and drive home.

Of course the minute I get home the guy calls and is like " Oh, yeah, I couldnt make it today. Meet me there tomorrow at 9AM".

I should have known then to pull the plug. So I meet the guy the next day and he works with me for about 2 hours. He says " It looks like you know what youre doing and I have to check on another job so I'll see you tomorrow".

Of course tomorrow comes and theres no sign of the guy. I work all day. Its a fairly expensive 3000 sq ft home on the water with a pool. I work the next 3 days by myself and finish the job. Exterior residential repaint . Soffit, fascia, and walls.

I havent heard from this guy in like 4 days but the homeowner is very pleased and I figure I'll hear from the guy on monday when he goes there to get paid.

TWO WEEKS GO BY!!!!! Remember this is before the internet and cell phones were common. I knew a guy that had a cell phone the size of a brick that cost $1 a minute!

Finally digging through old phone books and calling 6 different numbers I get the guys wife on the phone. I told her that I painted that house by myself and hadnt heard from her husband in 2 weeks!

She agrees to meet me at a fucking Burger king and give me a check. When shes there she apologizes and says her husbands mother died. I look at her and say " look lady, we all love our mothers, but he couldnt find 1 minute in 2 weeks to pick up a phone?. I quit a job to work for you people! ". I was pissed.

Heres where the story gets absurd. About a week later this guy calls like nothing happened and leaves a message on my machine telling me to show up at an address the next day to work!

I shake my head in disbelief and erase the message. The guy proceeds to call me 3 more times in the following days getting ANGRIER AND ANGRIER that I wont answer or return his calls! Can you imagine? what a fucking nut job.

I was working for a painter that was a real son of a bitch. Another guy and I made up one of his crews and he was just a total asshole to work for. We busted our asses for this guy and he was never happy. He wanted me to work 6 days a week and i refused because I had a part time job at night. I called it job insurance. You could always quit one if they got on your nerves. So I finally had enough of this guys bullshit and quit on him. Back in the '90's painters were a dime a dozen and you could find work easily. I called another painter at random. I think that I had seen his vans around and they were in good shape. Something Brothers. Cant remember the name. I talk to this guy on the phone and he tells me to meet him at a 7-11 on the far south side of town at 7AM. About a half hour drive for me. So I'm there at 6:45 AM and I wait. And wait. And wait. This was before cell phones were common so I tried his # a few times at a payphone. After about 2 hours I figure the guy isnt coming and drive home. Of course the minute I get home the guy calls and is like " Oh, yeah, I couldnt make it today. Meet me there tomorrow at 9AM". I should have known then to pull the plug. So I meet the guy the next day and he works with me for about 2 hours. He says " It looks like you know what youre doing and I have to check on another job so I'll see you tomorrow". Of course tomorrow comes and theres no sign of the guy. I work all day. Its a fairly expensive 3000 sq ft home on the water with a pool. I work the next 3 days by myself and finish the job. Exterior residential repaint . Soffit, fascia, and walls. I havent heard from this guy in like 4 days but the homeowner is very pleased and I figure I'll hear from the guy on monday when he goes there to get paid. TWO WEEKS GO BY!!!!! Remember this is before the internet and cell phones were common. I knew a guy that had a cell phone the size of a brick that cost $1 a minute! Finally digging through old phone books and calling 6 different numbers I get the guys wife on the phone. I told her that I painted that house by myself and hadnt heard from her husband in 2 weeks! She agrees to meet me at a fucking Burger king and give me a check. When shes there she apologizes and says her husbands mother died. I look at her and say " look lady, we all love our mothers, but he couldnt find 1 minute in 2 weeks to pick up a phone?. I quit a job to work for you people! ". I was pissed. Heres where the story gets absurd. About a week later this guy calls like nothing happened and leaves a message on my machine telling me to show up at an address the next day to work! I shake my head in disbelief and erase the message. The guy proceeds to call me 3 more times in the following days getting ANGRIER AND ANGRIER that I wont answer or return his calls! Can you imagine? what a fucking nut job.

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[–] [deleted] • 3 pts (edited )

Ha. One time back in that same time frame I was working for a guy doing interior trim. Hang doors, cabinets, trim, etc. Fairly good guy to work for. Sub contract stuff, so I wasn't actually employed by him, of course. He was an asshole, but he paid well and was getting us top notch work in high end homes. Then the work started to slack off and he had nothing for me for a couple weeks. He stopped answering his phone, etc., so I go out and find a different gig and about a week in guy #1 calls back and tells me he has more work lined up and I need to be there tomorrow. I tell him I had already committed and I wasn't going to walk out on a job, but I would consider coming back if things got slow - and he goes absolutely ballistic on the phone and after a few minutes of screaming tells me I'm Fired! LOL, what a fucking lunatic. World is full of them.

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3 weeks no work as a sub and he expects you to come running? Hes paying illegals now and doing shit work.

[–] [deleted] • 2 pts (edited )

Exactly. I was patient, but a guy has to eat. And then he acts like he owns me or something after flaking out and disappearing for weeks and leaving a half dozen guys hanging in the lurch. I had to remind him that he couldn't fire me because I wasn't working for him. It was the other way around.I had fired him and moved on.

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When I was 18, I showed up for a job that was advertised as "warehouse work". I showed up expecting to do that, and they tell me I'm going to work with some dorky looking faggot (think the used car salesman in True lies, but with a pony tail). Leads me to his car and we leave town in his pinto looking car that had no AC, and it was over 100 degrees that day. We arrive in some little town and pull into the parking lot of a bar. He pops his trunk and has all kind of random shit (dolls, figurines, cheap chinese toys....shit that didnt sell at discount stores and was bought in bulk). He tells me "I'm going to show you how to make $100 a day" (when minimum wage was around $40 per day...and his car was a piece of shit).

He walks into the bar holding this shit, does this awkward smile, head nod and says to the people working there "hey, oh, hahaha. Would you like to buy (whatever he was holding in his hands)". No. He goes to the next employee and tries the same shit. No. Third employee says yes. He took me to town after town all day doing the same shit and I was stuck with him. Before cell phones, I had no idea where I was and had to wait until the end of the day. We get back to the "warehouse" and he asks me to come back the next day. I say fuck no and leave.

About 4 or 5 years later, I was living over 1,000 miles away and had worked in a legit warehouse for a couple of years. I was looking for a raise and saw an ad for warehousing so went for an interview. The guy interviewed me and showed me around the warehouse, there were pallets of shit being moved around, seemed normal. Said that my starting pay would be "about" $15 an hour (I didnt know then what a key word "about" was). They asked me to start on Saturday.

I came in and there were about a dozen or so other people in the waiting area with me. The guy who "hired" me came in the room and counted us (why didn't he know how many were there?). He said "Ok, I don't normally do this, but follow me". Led us into a room and then turned in the lights. There were about 100 people smiling at us in silence. He started telling us which group to go work with. I follow my group through the warehouse, out the back door into the parking lot. The guy tells us to get into a shitty looking Chevette. He starts driving and says "I'm going to show you a neat way to make $100 / day". I ask him to pull over because I'm going to be sick. He pulls over, I get out without saying anything and walk away.

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sounds like the assholes that drive around Florida selling "steaks". I sat through 5 minutes of that orientation and walked out.

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It boggles the mind when you look at for it is: someone decides that they are going to drive around and try to sell something to people that is easily available to get on demand in any number of stores that are close to them. I would never buy steak out of someone's car, God only knows how long it has been in there, and where it was before their car, and if it is even beef for that matter.

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At least you weren't raped, right?

[–] • -1 pt

Of course not, these were the kind of men who got beat up by girls in school.

[–] • 2 pts (edited )

was in charge sucking the shit out of diapers at a cloth diaper laundry.

another time worked cleaning out the flues in cooled down blast furnace at steel plant. guys would slam smack in their arms on the job.

no paint involved in either gig.

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I worked at a steel plant cleaning out the blast furnaces too. Damn it was hot in that fucker. Also shoveled coke, dumped waste chemicals into settling ponds and several other odd jobs there.

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Good story

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Thanks. Ive got a lot of them. been places. Done things.

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That's an understatement!

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How you doing man? Good to see you.

[–] [deleted] • 1 pt

I'm still owed a weeks wages from a meth head boss I painted for a few years ago. He even threatened to beat me up on the Friday because I had the nerve to ask for some pay that week. I think that was the wages he owned me as I never went back on the Monday, He even called and asked where I was and I said will you have my money and he said, so you wont come if I don't have the money lul

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Worked refinishing wood floors for 10 years. Ended up working by myself because helpers werent worth the expense and effort.

1 man crew. Got more done with ZERO go backs than his 2 man crews. handed the owner a check from a homeowner every friday for years.

Got paid $18 plus overtime which in Fl. 12 years ago wasnt chump change. I was the only crew that had supplies on hand because I saved my money and wasnt broke on Monday.

Guy made crazy money because we were booked solid for the housing boom for years. Then he got hooked on opiates and adderall. Business went to shit in a hurry.

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I painted houses interior and exterior for about a decade and I found the drug thing is pretty common among paint bosses.

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thats what i figured. The guy went on a bender. The job I quit the bastard got arrested for molesting a little neighbor girl. She was like 5yo!

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Opiates and adderall, I've heard that's brought a lot of good men down. You just named two things I needed yesterday, house trim painted and hardwood refinished. Don't suppose your travel limit is 1400...and one miles? 😊

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depends on the pay.

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i’ve found a lot of the ‘billy bob’s home repair’ self-employment types have some severe organizational deficiencies.

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I think I was 19 or 20 years old when I got a job in a shitty warehouse. I was stuck working with a guy that had spent most of his life locked up. He would set around drinking Mt Dew and chain smoking while I did all the work. Then he would suddenly jump up and say, "rest a while, I'll take over, you've been working hard, boy". Just as I sat down to rest a minute the boss would come around the corner! This old ex con would be looking like he was about to fall over from exhaustion (faking it), and there I was setting down! This happened about 3 times before I caught on. I wouldn't stop working when the old guy wanted me to, but it was to late. The boss already thought that I was the reason that 2 guys only put out the work that 1 guy could do.

The boss calls me to the office and starts chewing me out. Right in the middle of his gripe fest I just smile at him and walk out.

Never have figured out why so many tards in management have this crazy idea that the people working with them "belong" to them. If you want to talk to me, adult to adult, we can talk. I don't care who you are, you are Not going to bitch at me and "chew my ass"! My parents are the only ones who can get away with that, and they have both passed away.