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I refinished wood floors for 8 years. I worked by myself and generated $800-1000 profit for the owner every week. Then he got fucked on pills and hired his dealer to be my helper.

The guy was useless. High every day and now my day is an hour longer because Im picking up and dropping off this clown. Then I find out hes paying this asshole $15 an hour! The same as me!.

I quit without notice and got a job cooking in a restaurant on the beach. Turns out I hated cooking so after a month I call the wood floor guy. He wanted me back. BAD! I was his best guy for like 5-6 years.

I told him, honest to God, that I wanted $1000 bonus to come back and $18 an hour! To my amazement he instantly agreed. I said that thinking Id have to negotiate. Nope! He paid up.

The $1000 was just 1 week of normal profit I generated. His cousin and brother in law were snooping in the office one day and saw my 2 week paycheck. They about shit themselves.

They were both stoners that working as a team got less done than I did. In fact a couple times a month I would have to go do a repair on a job that they fucked up. So I walk in the office and theyre both like " whooo, Mr. moneybags!".

I knew instantly what the sour grapes was about and told them to their ugly high faces that I made that much because I did more work than them put together.

I kept the $1000 bonus a secret until about a year later when i wanted to rub their noses in shit some more.

I refinished wood floors for 8 years. I worked by myself and generated $800-1000 profit for the owner every week. Then he got fucked on pills and hired his dealer to be my helper. The guy was useless. High every day and now my day is an hour longer because Im picking up and dropping off this clown. Then I find out hes paying this asshole $15 an hour! The same as me!. I quit without notice and got a job cooking in a restaurant on the beach. Turns out I hated cooking so after a month I call the wood floor guy. He wanted me back. BAD! I was his best guy for like 5-6 years. I told him, honest to God, that I wanted $1000 bonus to come back and $18 an hour! To my amazement he instantly agreed. I said that thinking Id have to negotiate. Nope! He paid up. The $1000 was just 1 week of normal profit I generated. His cousin and brother in law were snooping in the office one day and saw my 2 week paycheck. They about shit themselves. They were both stoners that working as a team got less done than I did. In fact a couple times a month I would have to go do a repair on a job that they fucked up. So I walk in the office and theyre both like " whooo, Mr. moneybags!". I knew instantly what the sour grapes was about and told them to their ugly high faces that I made that much because I did more work than them put together. I kept the $1000 bonus a secret until about a year later when i wanted to rub their noses in shit some more.

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I'm literally shaking right now, I'm shutting this DOWN.