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Give Us Tasks We Can’t Complete… And We Won’t

, , , | Working | CREDIT: YhcrananarchY | July 14, 2021

A long, long time ago, in a city not far away I had a terrible summer job. Right after high school, my friend and I were looking for practically anything to make money, and his older brother told us about a job he’d once had working for this guy washing windows.

This guy owns what appears to be a semi-legitimate business; he has a full shop/garage where he stores cleaning products, big fancy tubs that use sonic waves to wash blinds in, and a new work truck. He’s also a hardcore penny pincher and buys the cheapest, crappiest insurance he can on the truck.

Initially, when we got hired on, he would meet us at the shop at 7:00 am, give us the work orders, and ride out with us for on-the-job training. After a couple of weeks, he would just leave the work orders in his office and then leave us to our own devices.

We weren’t lazy. We got paid hourly around $9 an hour, but we commissioned based on the number of individual windows we cleaned in a day, and windows that required a ladder paid an extra $0.50 each, so if we knocked out three or four jobs in one day, we could take home $14 or $15 an hour.

We were both eighteen, and for whatever reason, the boss didn’t bother to ask or check our hiring paperwork to confirm this. After a month or so, he found out how old we were. It turned out that the insurance on his truck had a clause that anyone driving had to be at least twenty-five years old with a clean driving record or his monthly payment would triple. So, he made it very, very clear to us that we were not to drive the truck, and if he found out we were doing it anyway, he’d fire us and dock any bonus/commission pay from our final checks.

I need to drive home the fact that he was so g**d** delusional that he never paid attention to anything. One day, we came into the shop and saw a stack of about fifteen jobs; however, he didn’t schedule anyone else — he never actually scheduled himself because he expected the shop to just run itself — except for the two of us that day.

He liked to micromanage but simultaneously never picked up his phone if we called him. So, despite calling him numerous times to let him know we couldn’t do anything, we ended up just sitting in the shop and listening to the radio for most of the day.

About five hours later, he called one of us to ask how things were going, how many jobs we’d finished, and if we needed help to get any completed. We explained that we’d been sitting in the shop all day waiting for him to come in so we could get started. At this point, he went f****** ballistic and started just tearing us up one side and down the other about wasting his time and money and blah, blah, blah. “Why didn’t you call me!?” “Who else is there?!” “Has anyone finished any of the jobs?!”

That was our last day there, but we threatened to report him if he didn’t pay us for the time we’d sat in the shop that day, so we still got paid almost a full day’s wages. From what I heard, within a year or so, his shop folded.