>>235358
>Hey I want to read more about your old job.
Ok here it goes.
>work in fruit plant where fruit and vegetables get turned into shit or frozen
>got the job thanks to nepotism because that is the only way to get a job
>the work that guy and me do are basically firefighters, everytime something breaks he needs to fix it while I help him get tools and shit, he also tells me to do maintenance on stuff
>work there for a couple of months
>guy is a chill guy and we get along well, if I don't fuck up to much
>asks me how much I'm getting paid
>I tell him, I'm woking for free, he laughs and doesn't believe me, but then he does
>tells me that he will talk to the boss to get me a salary
>get salary,
>guy gets sent to another factory to work on installing new machinery, so the boss puts me to investigate about some chink solar panel thing he is thinking of buying and selling in our shithole country, learn about solar panels and energy saving
>change all my lights of my house to leds to save on bills, money well spent
>go to chinkland to talk to chinks
>somehow survive
>return with list of shit to buy
>boss cancels everything because no money
>get sent to guy to help him with installation of new machinery, dad tells me to handle the money of food and shit of the personal working there, because they are doing a mess with the bills, dad is an accountent
>get over there, find guy tired in the appartment getting rent by the company, first thing he says to me and some dude was and I will never forget it: Open fridge and points "This is MY MILK and this is the companie's milk!" What the fuck is happening here?!
>guy had to use his own money to buy food and shit, so dad tells me to handle all the living expenses so he deposits money on a card for me to use, need to get all the bills/invoices for the whole tax deductable shit
>buy food and stuff for guy to be happy, also beer and cigarretes, because he is a heavy smoker, beer and cigarretes are not tax deductable so I need to do a separete list for that shit
>try not to fuck up to much, now have guy and dad telling what to do
>when its late at night, guy tells me to drive him somewhere, yes, I'm the designated driver too
>drive for a while and get infront of a building
>notice that is a whore house
>i don't want to enter, because AIDS or I might get shot in there
>ignore whores and just watch the tv that is on the wall
>go there TWO times
>guy notices that I don't like those places, never asks me to do that again
>project is finished, a machine that freezes shit real fast
>only guy knows how it works, so I ask to be incharge of the machine since he needs to go back to the main factory
>write everything down, because I don't want that thing to explode on my face and die
>since I'm now working in that factory, dad tells me to pay the wages of the workers there, should be easy, there are only like 12 dudes
>go to bank, get money, make envelops and give them to them the next day
>what little did I knew, is that we were in the off season, when the season starts that number grew to 100 give or take
>i need to make 100 fucking envelops stick them bills and coins every fucking week
>because I was handling money and the machine, the boss started to phone me more and more
>it got to the point that I would never answer his calls after 2PM, becuase he would be fucking drunk and would ask for shit that I would waste time doing, tell him that it is done the next day and he would just respond: "I never told you to do that."
>also told guy to do the same, but he was too polite not to answer the phone, I got really insist on it, when he finally did, guy wans more comfy from that day, no more stress
>my work load grew from 1 boss to 3, guy always asking about the machine, dad always asking about money and owner asking about everything
>morning shift grew to 2 shift all the way to 3 shifts
>spent all day in the factory, guards that worked there only one shift started to ask if I slept there in the factory
>health started to degenerate, didn't eat healthy, mostly shit I buy in the corner of the street
>feel like shit all day, but keep on pushing
>that is then one day I almost die
>be driving some worker girl from another factory to the airport, on the road, sleep on the wheel for a sec
>wheel hits something, I get scared the shit out of me and regain control of the car
>get mad at myself
>decide to only work 1.5 shifts, eat only in restaurants for breakfast and dinner and get a full sleep
>get my shit togheter and factory in full swing with 500 workers working in 3 shifts, morale was good, which I still needed to pay in fucking envelopes, but that was doing his best to get all the new workers debit cards to deposit their paid there, but if they worked overtime, I still needed to do envelopes...
>everything was going well, untill my boss called me after 2PM, he needed to talk to everybody
>wish i didn't listen, but I did, like a retard
>all the people in charge of each area was there with me, I put boss on speaker for everyone to hear
>he started to rip everybody apart, he was mad, no... furious! why? because of overtime
>he was mad because he was paying to much overtime
>the drunk boss killed the morale in a few minutes and all those people where shaked to the core, is like they had never been yelled at in their life, I wasn't affected because my dad yelled at me my whole fucking life, I got used to it, hell even people working in the main factory hated dealing with my dad because of his awful temper, then they see me and think 'that kid deals with him every fucking day', and also, I didn't get paid overtime anyway, but even if the boss yelled at my face for some shit, I would just stand there and listen to what he had to say, drunk or otherwise, and just deal with the situation and resolve the problem later
>people quit that day, the money was good, but they couldn't handle that shit, I'm astonished of that
There is more stupid and funny shit that happened from dealing with lazy fucks to sluts trying to get me, but it is getting to long of a post.
All in all, it was fun, yeah, I almost died like a retard, but working in that factory was interesting, hell I was handling the whole thing like a videogame, dealing with people, praying to God to protect me when I went to the bank to withdraw shitloads of money for the payroll each fucking week to comfyly turning off and on the machine everyday, I liked the machine more than people, she was easy to deal with.