I do all my own work. I refuse to let idiots touch my stuff. Only time they get me is when it's something with the computers that I can't do.
You're a fucking donkey.
You're just angry I won't let you work on my car. I certainly wouldn't go to the Jiffy lube you work at. Does the ankle GPS monitor get caught on stuff much?
Whoa. I was employee of the month. Twice. Until they took that one away when I guided a car straight into the pit. But I still have the other one. HOF shit.
Back in high school I had a job washing cars and mopping floors at a local BMW/MBZ/Volvo service shop. On the weekends I would go there for 4-5 hours by myself, remove all the cars from the building (or raise them if they were on lifts), and give the place a thorough mopping. One Monday I went in after school to check in, and my boss sternly asked me if I had anything to tell him. I said no, and he told me that I had bent a MBZ 450SEL grill by raising a car on a Benwil lift that the mechanic had unhinged the hood and had placed it vertically. I guess when I lifted the car, the vertical hood had hit the ceiling rafters and bent the grill slightly so that when the mechanic tried to close the hood, the grill hit wrong (easy fix, just bending the grill back into place). I protested that if I had known that I had done it, I certainly would have told my boss about it, but I had turned off the lift right as it impacted so I didn't realize it had hit anything. Boss decided to belive me, gave me a short lecture on paying attention when handling other people's expensive cars, we have a reputation to uphold yada yada. As one would expect, the mechanics gave me shit about it.
For exactly one week. For the following week, a senior mechanic working in the same stall, with the same Benwil lift, unhinged a MBZ hood and put it vertical, then lifted the car up. Hood crashed into the rafter beam, driving the corners of the hood down into the body and puncturing the fenders on both sides. Major body/paint work required. Never heard about my little grill incident again.
I worked at circuit city in the car audio department in high school and we weren't allowed to get tips but we accepted beer as payment. So people would drop off an 18 pack in the bed of my truck. And we would sit in the back and drink it.
I do all my own work. I refuse to let idiots touch my stuff. Only time they get me is when it's something with the computers that I can't do.
You're a fucking donkey.
You're just angry I won't let you work on my car. I certainly wouldn't go to the Jiffy lube you work at. Does the ankle GPS monitor get caught on stuff much?
Whoa. I was employee of the month. Twice. Until they took that one away when I guided a car straight into the pit. But I still have the other one. HOF shit.
Back in high school I had a job washing cars and mopping floors at a local BMW/MBZ/Volvo service shop. On the weekends I would go there for 4-5 hours by myself, remove all the cars from the building (or raise them if they were on lifts), and give the place a thorough mopping. One Monday I went in after school to check in, and my boss sternly asked me if I had anything to tell him. I said no, and he told me that I had bent a MBZ 450SEL grill by raising a car on a Benwil lift that the mechanic had unhinged the hood and had placed it vertically. I guess when I lifted the car, the vertical hood had hit the ceiling rafters and bent the grill slightly so that when the mechanic tried to close the hood, the grill hit wrong (easy fix, just bending the grill back into place). I protested that if I had known that I had done it, I certainly would have told my boss about it, but I had turned off the lift right as it impacted so I didn't realize it had hit anything. Boss decided to belive me, gave me a short lecture on paying attention when handling other people's expensive cars, we have a reputation to uphold yada yada. As one would expect, the mechanics gave me shit about it.
For exactly one week. For the following week, a senior mechanic working in the same stall, with the same Benwil lift, unhinged a MBZ hood and put it vertical, then lifted the car up. Hood crashed into the rafter beam, driving the corners of the hood down into the body and puncturing the fenders on both sides. Major body/paint work required. Never heard about my little grill incident again.
I worked at circuit city in the car audio department in high school and we weren't allowed to get tips but we accepted beer as payment. So people would drop off an 18 pack in the bed of my truck. And we would sit in the back and drink it.
Nothing special.
Sometimes an owner would see me finishing up washing his car as he came to pick it up, and try to tip me. I'd always politely refuse, even though my boss had told me that I could accept. I figured I was already getting paid, and it was good for the shop's reputation for integrity.
My favorite is when I call and schedule an appointment in advance, show up on time, leave my car there for an hour while I walk to a restaurant to have breakfast, and then come back to see that they haven't even touched my car yet.
You're supposed to go get drinks and then come back and ask them if it's cool if you can just leave it overnight and pick it up in the morning.
But what do I know. I just got back and my power was shut off and it's 95 degrees in my place.
An email or phone call wouldve been nice. Gotta get that sweet 30 dollar service charge I guess. Fuckers.
I do all my own work. I refuse to let idiots touch my stuff. Only time they get me is when it's something with the computers that I can't do.
You're a fucking donkey.
You're just angry I won't let you work on my car. I certainly wouldn't go to the Jiffy lube you work at. Does the ankle GPS monitor get caught on stuff much?
Whoa. I was employee of the month. Twice. Until they took that one away when I guided a car straight into the pit. But I still have the other one. HOF shit.
Back in high school I had a job washing cars and mopping floors at a local BMW/MBZ/Volvo service shop. On the weekends I would go there for 4-5 hours by myself, remove all the cars from the building (or raise them if they were on lifts), and give the place a thorough mopping. One Monday I went in after school to check in, and my boss sternly asked me if I had anything to tell him. I said no, and he told me that I had bent a MBZ 450SEL grill by raising a car on a Benwil lift that the mechanic had unhinged the hood and had placed it vertically. I guess when I lifted the car, the vertical hood had hit the ceiling rafters and bent the grill slightly so that when the mechanic tried to close the hood, the grill hit wrong (easy fix, just bending the grill back into place). I protested that if I had known that I had done it, I certainly would have told my boss about it, but I had turned off the lift right as it impacted so I didn't realize it had hit anything. Boss decided to belive me, gave me a short lecture on paying attention when handling other people's expensive cars, we have a reputation to uphold yada yada. As one would expect, the mechanics gave me shit about it.
For exactly one week. For the following week, a senior mechanic working in the same stall, with the same Benwil lift, unhinged a MBZ hood and put it vertical, then lifted the car up. Hood crashed into the rafter beam, driving the corners of the hood down into the body and puncturing the fenders on both sides. Major body/paint work required. Never heard about my little grill incident again.
I worked at circuit city in the car audio department in high school and we weren't allowed to get tips but we accepted beer as payment. So people would drop off an 18 pack in the bed of my truck. And we would sit in the back and drink it.
Nothing special.
Sometimes an owner would see me finishing up washing his car as he came to pick it up, and try to tip me. I'd always politely refuse, even though my boss had told me that I could accept. I figured I was already getting paid, and it was good for the shop's reputation for integrity.
Beer is always acceptable.
It was pretty solid. Back before the economy fell out shit was diff.
It was my first job and I got paid like 12 bucks an hour plus free beer.. As a high school kid I thought I was rich
I do all my own work. I refuse to let idiots touch my stuff. Only time they get me is when it's something with the computers that I can't do.
You're a fucking donkey.
You're just angry I won't let you work on my car. I certainly wouldn't go to the Jiffy lube you work at. Does the ankle GPS monitor get caught on stuff much?
Whoa. I was employee of the month. Twice. Until they took that one away when I guided a car straight into the pit. But I still have the other one. HOF shit.
Back in high school I had a job washing cars and mopping floors at a local BMW/MBZ/Volvo service shop. On the weekends I would go there for 4-5 hours by myself, remove all the cars from the building (or raise them if they were on lifts), and give the place a thorough mopping. One Monday I went in after school to check in, and my boss sternly asked me if I had anything to tell him. I said no, and he told me that I had bent a MBZ 450SEL grill by raising a car on a Benwil lift that the mechanic had unhinged the hood and had placed it vertically. I guess when I lifted the car, the vertical hood had hit the ceiling rafters and bent the grill slightly so that when the mechanic tried to close the hood, the grill hit wrong (easy fix, just bending the grill back into place). I protested that if I had known that I had done it, I certainly would have told my boss about it, but I had turned off the lift right as it impacted so I didn't realize it had hit anything. Boss decided to belive me, gave me a short lecture on paying attention when handling other people's expensive cars, we have a reputation to uphold yada yada. As one would expect, the mechanics gave me shit about it.
For exactly one week. For the following week, a senior mechanic working in the same stall, with the same Benwil lift, unhinged a MBZ hood and put it vertical, then lifted the car up. Hood crashed into the rafter beam, driving the corners of the hood down into the body and puncturing the fenders on both sides. Major body/paint work required. Never heard about my little grill incident again.
I worked at circuit city in the car audio department in high school and we weren't allowed to get tips but we accepted beer as payment. So people would drop off an 18 pack in the bed of my truck. And we would sit in the back and drink it.
Nothing special.
Sometimes an owner would see me finishing up washing his car as he came to pick it up, and try to tip me. I'd always politely refuse, even though my boss had told me that I could accept. I figured I was already getting paid, and it was good for the shop's reputation for integrity.
Beer is always acceptable.
It was pretty solid. Back before the economy fell out shit was diff.
It was my first job and I got paid like 12 bucks an hour plus free beer.. As a high school kid I thought I was rich
I do all my own work. I refuse to let idiots touch my stuff. Only time they get me is when it's something with the computers that I can't do.
You're a fucking donkey.
You're just angry I won't let you work on my car. I certainly wouldn't go to the Jiffy lube you work at. Does the ankle GPS monitor get caught on stuff much?
Whoa. I was employee of the month. Twice. Until they took that one away when I guided a car straight into the pit. But I still have the other one. HOF shit.
Back in high school I had a job washing cars and mopping floors at a local BMW/MBZ/Volvo service shop. On the weekends I would go there for 4-5 hours by myself, remove all the cars from the building (or raise them if they were on lifts), and give the place a thorough mopping. One Monday I went in after school to check in, and my boss sternly asked me if I had anything to tell him. I said no, and he told me that I had bent a MBZ 450SEL grill by raising a car on a Benwil lift that the mechanic had unhinged the hood and had placed it vertically. I guess when I lifted the car, the vertical hood had hit the ceiling rafters and bent the grill slightly so that when the mechanic tried to close the hood, the grill hit wrong (easy fix, just bending the grill back into place). I protested that if I had known that I had done it, I certainly would have told my boss about it, but I had turned off the lift right as it impacted so I didn't realize it had hit anything. Boss decided to belive me, gave me a short lecture on paying attention when handling other people's expensive cars, we have a reputation to uphold yada yada. As one would expect, the mechanics gave me shit about it.
For exactly one week. For the following week, a senior mechanic working in the same stall, with the same Benwil lift, unhinged a MBZ hood and put it vertical, then lifted the car up. Hood crashed into the rafter beam, driving the corners of the hood down into the body and puncturing the fenders on both sides. Major body/paint work required. Never heard about my little grill incident again.
I worked at circuit city in the car audio department in high school and we weren't allowed to get tips but we accepted beer as payment. So people would drop off an 18 pack in the bed of my truck. And we would sit in the back and drink it.
Nothing special.
Sometimes an owner would see me finishing up washing his car as he came to pick it up, and try to tip me. I'd always politely refuse, even though my boss had told me that I could accept. I figured I was already getting paid, and it was good for the shop's reputation for integrity.
Beer is always acceptable.
It was pretty solid. Back before the economy fell out shit was diff.
It was my first job and I got paid like 12 bucks an hour plus free beer.. As a high school kid I thought I was rich
I do all my own work. I refuse to let idiots touch my stuff. Only time they get me is when it's something with the computers that I can't do.
You're a fucking donkey.
You're just angry I won't let you work on my car. I certainly wouldn't go to the Jiffy lube you work at. Does the ankle GPS monitor get caught on stuff much?
Whoa. I was employee of the month. Twice. Until they took that one away when I guided a car straight into the pit. But I still have the other one. HOF shit.
Back in high school I had a job washing cars and mopping floors at a local BMW/MBZ/Volvo service shop. On the weekends I would go there for 4-5 hours by myself, remove all the cars from the building (or raise them if they were on lifts), and give the place a thorough mopping. One Monday I went in after school to check in, and my boss sternly asked me if I had anything to tell him. I said no, and he told me that I had bent a MBZ 450SEL grill by raising a car on a Benwil lift that the mechanic had unhinged the hood and had placed it vertically. I guess when I lifted the car, the vertical hood had hit the ceiling rafters and bent the grill slightly so that when the mechanic tried to close the hood, the grill hit wrong (easy fix, just bending the grill back into place). I protested that if I had known that I had done it, I certainly would have told my boss about it, but I had turned off the lift right as it impacted so I didn't realize it had hit anything. Boss decided to belive me, gave me a short lecture on paying attention when handling other people's expensive cars, we have a reputation to uphold yada yada. As one would expect, the mechanics gave me shit about it.
For exactly one week. For the following week, a senior mechanic working in the same stall, with the same Benwil lift, unhinged a MBZ hood and put it vertical, then lifted the car up. Hood crashed into the rafter beam, driving the corners of the hood down into the body and puncturing the fenders on both sides. Major body/paint work required. Never heard about my little grill incident again.
I worked at circuit city in the car audio department in high school and we weren't allowed to get tips but we accepted beer as payment. So people would drop off an 18 pack in the bed of my truck. And we would sit in the back and drink it.
Nothing special.
Sometimes an owner would see me finishing up washing his car as he came to pick it up, and try to tip me. I'd always politely refuse, even though my boss had told me that I could accept. I figured I was already getting paid, and it was good for the shop's reputation for integrity.
Beer is always acceptable.
It was pretty solid. Back before the economy fell out shit was diff.
It was my first job and I got paid like 12 bucks an hour plus free beer.. As a high school kid I thought I was rich
My first job, too, in 1985. Started at $3.75/hr.
I'm guessing you weren't an Econ or Business major.
I do all my own work. I refuse to let idiots touch my stuff. Only time they get me is when it's something with the computers that I can't do.
You're a fucking donkey.
You're just angry I won't let you work on my car. I certainly wouldn't go to the Jiffy lube you work at. Does the ankle GPS monitor get caught on stuff much?
Whoa. I was employee of the month. Twice. Until they took that one away when I guided a car straight into the pit. But I still have the other one. HOF shit.
Back in high school I had a job washing cars and mopping floors at a local BMW/MBZ/Volvo service shop. On the weekends I would go there for 4-5 hours by myself, remove all the cars from the building (or raise them if they were on lifts), and give the place a thorough mopping. One Monday I went in after school to check in, and my boss sternly asked me if I had anything to tell him. I said no, and he told me that I had bent a MBZ 450SEL grill by raising a car on a Benwil lift that the mechanic had unhinged the hood and had placed it vertically. I guess when I lifted the car, the vertical hood had hit the ceiling rafters and bent the grill slightly so that when the mechanic tried to close the hood, the grill hit wrong (easy fix, just bending the grill back into place). I protested that if I had known that I had done it, I certainly would have told my boss about it, but I had turned off the lift right as it impacted so I didn't realize it had hit anything. Boss decided to belive me, gave me a short lecture on paying attention when handling other people's expensive cars, we have a reputation to uphold yada yada. As one would expect, the mechanics gave me shit about it.
For exactly one week. For the following week, a senior mechanic working in the same stall, with the same Benwil lift, unhinged a MBZ hood and put it vertical, then lifted the car up. Hood crashed into the rafter beam, driving the corners of the hood down into the body and puncturing the fenders on both sides. Major body/paint work required. Never heard about my little grill incident again.
I worked at circuit city in the car audio department in high school and we weren't allowed to get tips but we accepted beer as payment. So people would drop off an 18 pack in the bed of my truck. And we would sit in the back and drink it.
Nothing special.
Sometimes an owner would see me finishing up washing his car as he came to pick it up, and try to tip me. I'd always politely refuse, even though my boss had told me that I could accept. I figured I was already getting paid, and it was good for the shop's reputation for integrity.
Beer is always acceptable.
It was pretty solid. Back before the economy fell out shit was diff.
It was my first job and I got paid like 12 bucks an hour plus free beer.. As a high school kid I thought I was rich
My first job, too, in 1985. Started at $3.75/hr.
Have you gotten a raise yet?
Sometimes the wife lets me drive the Lexus
Minimum wage at the time was $3.35. They raised me to $5/hr pretty quickly, which was better than my friends were getting busing tables at Marie Callender's or fucking Happy Steak. Part-time jobs for high school kids in 1980's Modesto pretty much paid for gas money and Taco Bell runs (get it?), but not much else
I do all my own work. I refuse to let idiots touch my stuff. Only time they get me is when it's something with the computers that I can't do.
You're a fucking donkey.
You're just angry I won't let you work on my car. I certainly wouldn't go to the Jiffy lube you work at. Does the ankle GPS monitor get caught on stuff much?
Whoa. I was employee of the month. Twice. Until they took that one away when I guided a car straight into the pit. But I still have the other one. HOF shit.
Back in high school I had a job washing cars and mopping floors at a local BMW/MBZ/Volvo service shop. On the weekends I would go there for 4-5 hours by myself, remove all the cars from the building (or raise them if they were on lifts), and give the place a thorough mopping. One Monday I went in after school to check in, and my boss sternly asked me if I had anything to tell him. I said no, and he told me that I had bent a MBZ 450SEL grill by raising a car on a Benwil lift that the mechanic had unhinged the hood and had placed it vertically. I guess when I lifted the car, the vertical hood had hit the ceiling rafters and bent the grill slightly so that when the mechanic tried to close the hood, the grill hit wrong (easy fix, just bending the grill back into place). I protested that if I had known that I had done it, I certainly would have told my boss about it, but I had turned off the lift right as it impacted so I didn't realize it had hit anything. Boss decided to belive me, gave me a short lecture on paying attention when handling other people's expensive cars, we have a reputation to uphold yada yada. As one would expect, the mechanics gave me shit about it.
For exactly one week. For the following week, a senior mechanic working in the same stall, with the same Benwil lift, unhinged a MBZ hood and put it vertical, then lifted the car up. Hood crashed into the rafter beam, driving the corners of the hood down into the body and puncturing the fenders on both sides. Major body/paint work required. Never heard about my little grill incident again.
I worked at circuit city in the car audio department in high school and we weren't allowed to get tips but we accepted beer as payment. So people would drop off an 18 pack in the bed of my truck. And we would sit in the back and drink it.
Nothing special.
Sometimes an owner would see me finishing up washing his car as he came to pick it up, and try to tip me. I'd always politely refuse, even though my boss had told me that I could accept. I figured I was already getting paid, and it was good for the shop's reputation for integrity.
Beer is always acceptable.
It was pretty solid. Back before the economy fell out shit was diff.
It was my first job and I got paid like 12 bucks an hour plus free beer.. As a high school kid I thought I was rich
I used to get smoked out by a few regular customers while delivering pizzas in the 90s.
I do all my own work. I refuse to let idiots touch my stuff. Only time they get me is when it's something with the computers that I can't do.
You're a fucking donkey.
You're just angry I won't let you work on my car. I certainly wouldn't go to the Jiffy lube you work at. Does the ankle GPS monitor get caught on stuff much?
Whoa. I was employee of the month. Twice. Until they took that one away when I guided a car straight into the pit. But I still have the other one. HOF shit.
Back in high school I had a job washing cars and mopping floors at a local BMW/MBZ/Volvo service shop. On the weekends I would go there for 4-5 hours by myself, remove all the cars from the building (or raise them if they were on lifts), and give the place a thorough mopping. One Monday I went in after school to check in, and my boss sternly asked me if I had anything to tell him. I said no, and he told me that I had bent a MBZ 450SEL grill by raising a car on a Benwil lift that the mechanic had unhinged the hood and had placed it vertically. I guess when I lifted the car, the vertical hood had hit the ceiling rafters and bent the grill slightly so that when the mechanic tried to close the hood, the grill hit wrong (easy fix, just bending the grill back into place). I protested that if I had known that I had done it, I certainly would have told my boss about it, but I had turned off the lift right as it impacted so I didn't realize it had hit anything. Boss decided to belive me, gave me a short lecture on paying attention when handling other people's expensive cars, we have a reputation to uphold yada yada. As one would expect, the mechanics gave me shit about it.
For exactly one week. For the following week, a senior mechanic working in the same stall, with the same Benwil lift, unhinged a MBZ hood and put it vertical, then lifted the car up. Hood crashed into the rafter beam, driving the corners of the hood down into the body and puncturing the fenders on both sides. Major body/paint work required. Never heard about my little grill incident again.
I worked at circuit city in the car audio department in high school and we weren't allowed to get tips but we accepted beer as payment. So people would drop off an 18 pack in the bed of my truck. And we would sit in the back and drink it.
Nothing special.
Sometimes an owner would see me finishing up washing his car as he came to pick it up, and try to tip me. I'd always politely refuse, even though my boss had told me that I could accept. I figured I was already getting paid, and it was good for the shop's reputation for integrity.
Beer is always acceptable.
It was pretty solid. Back before the economy fell out shit was diff.
It was my first job and I got paid like 12 bucks an hour plus free beer.. As a high school kid I thought I was rich
I used to get banged out by a few regular customers (dudes) while delivering pizzas in the 90s.
I do all my own work. I refuse to let idiots touch my stuff. Only time they get me is when it's something with the computers that I can't do.
You're a fucking donkey.
You're just angry I won't let you work on my car. I certainly wouldn't go to the Jiffy lube you work at. Does the ankle GPS monitor get caught on stuff much?
Whoa. I was employee of the month. Twice. Until they took that one away when I guided a car straight into the pit. But I still have the other one. HOF shit.
Back in high school I had a job washing cars and mopping floors at a local BMW/MBZ/Volvo service shop. On the weekends I would go there for 4-5 hours by myself, remove all the cars from the building (or raise them if they were on lifts), and give the place a thorough mopping. One Monday I went in after school to check in, and my boss sternly asked me if I had anything to tell him. I said no, and he told me that I had bent a MBZ 450SEL grill by raising a car on a Benwil lift that the mechanic had unhinged the hood and had placed it vertically. I guess when I lifted the car, the vertical hood had hit the ceiling rafters and bent the grill slightly so that when the mechanic tried to close the hood, the grill hit wrong (easy fix, just bending the grill back into place). I protested that if I had known that I had done it, I certainly would have told my boss about it, but I had turned off the lift right as it impacted so I didn't realize it had hit anything. Boss decided to belive me, gave me a short lecture on paying attention when handling other people's expensive cars, we have a reputation to uphold yada yada. As one would expect, the mechanics gave me shit about it.
For exactly one week. For the following week, a senior mechanic working in the same stall, with the same Benwil lift, unhinged a MBZ hood and put it vertical, then lifted the car up. Hood crashed into the rafter beam, driving the corners of the hood down into the body and puncturing the fenders on both sides. Major body/paint work required. Never heard about my little grill incident again.
I worked at circuit city in the car audio department in high school and we weren't allowed to get tips but we accepted beer as payment. So people would drop off an 18 pack in the bed of my truck. And we would sit in the back and drink it.
Nothing special.
Sometimes an owner would see me finishing up washing his car as he came to pick it up, and try to tip me. I'd always politely refuse, even though my boss had told me that I could accept. I figured I was already getting paid, and it was good for the shop's reputation for integrity.
Beer is always acceptable.
It was pretty solid. Back before the economy fell out shit was diff.
It was my first job and I got paid like 12 bucks an hour plus free beer.. As a high school kid I thought I was rich
My first job, too, in 1985. Started at $3.75/hr.
Have you gotten a raise yet?
Sometimes the wife lets me drive the Lexus
Minimum wage at the time was $3.35. They raised me to $5/hr pretty quickly, which was better than my friends were getting busing tables at Marie Callender's or fucking Happy Steak. Part-time jobs for high school kids in 1980's Modesto pretty much paid for gas money and Taco Bell runs (get it?), but not much else
I do all my own work. I refuse to let idiots touch my stuff. Only time they get me is when it's something with the computers that I can't do.
You're a fucking donkey.
You're just angry I won't let you work on my car. I certainly wouldn't go to the Jiffy lube you work at. Does the ankle GPS monitor get caught on stuff much?
Whoa. I was employee of the month. Twice. Until they took that one away when I guided a car straight into the pit. But I still have the other one. HOF shit.
Back in high school I had a job washing cars and mopping floors at a local BMW/MBZ/Volvo service shop. On the weekends I would go there for 4-5 hours by myself, remove all the cars from the building (or raise them if they were on lifts), and give the place a thorough mopping. One Monday I went in after school to check in, and my boss sternly asked me if I had anything to tell him. I said no, and he told me that I had bent a MBZ 450SEL grill by raising a car on a Benwil lift that the mechanic had unhinged the hood and had placed it vertically. I guess when I lifted the car, the vertical hood had hit the ceiling rafters and bent the grill slightly so that when the mechanic tried to close the hood, the grill hit wrong (easy fix, just bending the grill back into place). I protested that if I had known that I had done it, I certainly would have told my boss about it, but I had turned off the lift right as it impacted so I didn't realize it had hit anything. Boss decided to belive me, gave me a short lecture on paying attention when handling other people's expensive cars, we have a reputation to uphold yada yada. As one would expect, the mechanics gave me shit about it.
For exactly one week. For the following week, a senior mechanic working in the same stall, with the same Benwil lift, unhinged a MBZ hood and put it vertical, then lifted the car up. Hood crashed into the rafter beam, driving the corners of the hood down into the body and puncturing the fenders on both sides. Major body/paint work required. Never heard about my little grill incident again.
I worked at circuit city in the car audio department in high school and we weren't allowed to get tips but we accepted beer as payment. So people would drop off an 18 pack in the bed of my truck. And we would sit in the back and drink it.
Nothing special.
Sometimes an owner would see me finishing up washing his car as he came to pick it up, and try to tip me. I'd always politely refuse, even though my boss had told me that I could accept. I figured I was already getting paid, and it was good for the shop's reputation for integrity.
Beer is always acceptable.
It was pretty solid. Back before the economy fell out shit was diff.
It was my first job and I got paid like 12 bucks an hour plus free beer.. As a high school kid I thought I was rich
I used to get smoked out by a few regular customers while delivering pizzas in the 90s.
Cool story bro.
Do those same customers still smoke you out when you deliver their pizzas now?
I do all my own work. I refuse to let idiots touch my stuff. Only time they get me is when it's something with the computers that I can't do.
You're a fucking donkey.
You're just angry I won't let you work on my car. I certainly wouldn't go to the Jiffy lube you work at. Does the ankle GPS monitor get caught on stuff much?
Whoa. I was employee of the month. Twice. Until they took that one away when I guided a car straight into the pit. But I still have the other one. HOF shit.
Back in high school I had a job washing cars and mopping floors at a local BMW/MBZ/Volvo service shop. On the weekends I would go there for 4-5 hours by myself, remove all the cars from the building (or raise them if they were on lifts), and give the place a thorough mopping. One Monday I went in after school to check in, and my boss sternly asked me if I had anything to tell him. I said no, and he told me that I had bent a MBZ 450SEL grill by raising a car on a Benwil lift that the mechanic had unhinged the hood and had placed it vertically. I guess when I lifted the car, the vertical hood had hit the ceiling rafters and bent the grill slightly so that when the mechanic tried to close the hood, the grill hit wrong (easy fix, just bending the grill back into place). I protested that if I had known that I had done it, I certainly would have told my boss about it, but I had turned off the lift right as it impacted so I didn't realize it had hit anything. Boss decided to belive me, gave me a short lecture on paying attention when handling other people's expensive cars, we have a reputation to uphold yada yada. As one would expect, the mechanics gave me shit about it.
For exactly one week. For the following week, a senior mechanic working in the same stall, with the same Benwil lift, unhinged a MBZ hood and put it vertical, then lifted the car up. Hood crashed into the rafter beam, driving the corners of the hood down into the body and puncturing the fenders on both sides. Major body/paint work required. Never heard about my little grill incident again.
I worked at circuit city in the car audio department in high school and we weren't allowed to get tips but we accepted beer as payment. So people would drop off an 18 pack in the bed of my truck. And we would sit in the back and drink it.
Nothing special.
Sometimes an owner would see me finishing up washing his car as he came to pick it up, and try to tip me. I'd always politely refuse, even though my boss had told me that I could accept. I figured I was already getting paid, and it was good for the shop's reputation for integrity.
Beer is always acceptable.
It was pretty solid. Back before the economy fell out shit was diff.
It was my first job and I got paid like 12 bucks an hour plus free beer.. As a high school kid I thought I was rich
My first job, too, in 1985. Started at $3.75/hr.
Have you gotten a raise yet?
Sometimes the wife lets me drive the Lexus
Minimum wage at the time was $3.35. They raised me to $5/hr pretty quickly, which was better than my friends were getting busing tables at Marie Callender's or fucking Happy Steak. Part-time jobs for high school kids in 1980's Modesto pretty much paid for gas money and Taco Bell runs (get it?), but not much else
I do all my own work. I refuse to let idiots touch my stuff. Only time they get me is when it's something with the computers that I can't do.
You're a fucking donkey.
You're just angry I won't let you work on my car. I certainly wouldn't go to the Jiffy lube you work at. Does the ankle GPS monitor get caught on stuff much?
Whoa. I was employee of the month. Twice. Until they took that one away when I guided a car straight into the pit. But I still have the other one. HOF shit.
Back in high school I had a job washing cars and mopping floors at a local BMW/MBZ/Volvo service shop. On the weekends I would go there for 4-5 hours by myself, remove all the cars from the building (or raise them if they were on lifts), and give the place a thorough mopping. One Monday I went in after school to check in, and my boss sternly asked me if I had anything to tell him. I said no, and he told me that I had bent a MBZ 450SEL grill by raising a car on a Benwil lift that the mechanic had unhinged the hood and had placed it vertically. I guess when I lifted the car, the vertical hood had hit the ceiling rafters and bent the grill slightly so that when the mechanic tried to close the hood, the grill hit wrong (easy fix, just bending the grill back into place). I protested that if I had known that I had done it, I certainly would have told my boss about it, but I had turned off the lift right as it impacted so I didn't realize it had hit anything. Boss decided to belive me, gave me a short lecture on paying attention when handling other people's expensive cars, we have a reputation to uphold yada yada. As one would expect, the mechanics gave me shit about it.
For exactly one week. For the following week, a senior mechanic working in the same stall, with the same Benwil lift, unhinged a MBZ hood and put it vertical, then lifted the car up. Hood crashed into the rafter beam, driving the corners of the hood down into the body and puncturing the fenders on both sides. Major body/paint work required. Never heard about my little grill incident again.
I worked at circuit city in the car audio department in high school and we weren't allowed to get tips but we accepted beer as payment. So people would drop off an 18 pack in the bed of my truck. And we would sit in the back and drink it.
Nothing special.
Sometimes an owner would see me finishing up washing his car as he came to pick it up, and try to tip me. I'd always politely refuse, even though my boss had told me that I could accept. I figured I was already getting paid, and it was good for the shop's reputation for integrity.
Beer is always acceptable.
It was pretty solid. Back before the economy fell out shit was diff.
It was my first job and I got paid like 12 bucks an hour plus free beer.. As a high school kid I thought I was rich
My first job, too, in 1985. Started at $3.75/hr.
Have you gotten a raise yet?
Sometimes the wife lets me drive the Lexus
Minimum wage at the time was $3.35. They raised me to $5/hr pretty quickly, which was better than my friends were getting busing tables at Marie Callender's or fucking Happy Steak. Part-time jobs for high school kids in 1980's Modesto pretty much paid for gas money and Taco Bell runs (get it?), but not much else
What else is there that you need in high school?
peppermint schnapps and condoms
Schnapps could be stolen from anyones parents. Condoms? Cmon. Chicks were on bc in high school.
I do all my own work. I refuse to let idiots touch my stuff. Only time they get me is when it's something with the computers that I can't do.
You're a fucking donkey.
You're just angry I won't let you work on my car. I certainly wouldn't go to the Jiffy lube you work at. Does the ankle GPS monitor get caught on stuff much?
Whoa. I was employee of the month. Twice. Until they took that one away when I guided a car straight into the pit. But I still have the other one. HOF shit.
Back in high school I had a job washing cars and mopping floors at a local BMW/MBZ/Volvo service shop. On the weekends I would go there for 4-5 hours by myself, remove all the cars from the building (or raise them if they were on lifts), and give the place a thorough mopping. One Monday I went in after school to check in, and my boss sternly asked me if I had anything to tell him. I said no, and he told me that I had bent a MBZ 450SEL grill by raising a car on a Benwil lift that the mechanic had unhinged the hood and had placed it vertically. I guess when I lifted the car, the vertical hood had hit the ceiling rafters and bent the grill slightly so that when the mechanic tried to close the hood, the grill hit wrong (easy fix, just bending the grill back into place). I protested that if I had known that I had done it, I certainly would have told my boss about it, but I had turned off the lift right as it impacted so I didn't realize it had hit anything. Boss decided to belive me, gave me a short lecture on paying attention when handling other people's expensive cars, we have a reputation to uphold yada yada. As one would expect, the mechanics gave me shit about it.
For exactly one week. For the following week, a senior mechanic working in the same stall, with the same Benwil lift, unhinged a MBZ hood and put it vertical, then lifted the car up. Hood crashed into the rafter beam, driving the corners of the hood down into the body and puncturing the fenders on both sides. Major body/paint work required. Never heard about my little grill incident again.
I worked at circuit city in the car audio department in high school and we weren't allowed to get tips but we accepted beer as payment. So people would drop off an 18 pack in the bed of my truck. And we would sit in the back and drink it.
Nothing special.
Sometimes an owner would see me finishing up washing his car as he came to pick it up, and try to tip me. I'd always politely refuse, even though my boss had told me that I could accept. I figured I was already getting paid, and it was good for the shop's reputation for integrity.
Beer is always acceptable.
It was pretty solid. Back before the economy fell out shit was diff.
It was my first job and I got paid like 12 bucks an hour plus free beer.. As a high school kid I thought I was rich
I used to get smoked out by a few regular customers while delivering pizzas in the 90s.
Cool story bro.
Do those same customers still smoke you out when you deliver their pizzas now?
Now you want to say you are above delivering pizzas? Shit pays well for how stupid 98% of the drivers are.
I do all my own work. I refuse to let idiots touch my stuff. Only time they get me is when it's something with the computers that I can't do.
You're a fucking donkey.
You're just angry I won't let you work on my car. I certainly wouldn't go to the Jiffy lube you work at. Does the ankle GPS monitor get caught on stuff much?
Whoa. I was employee of the month. Twice. Until they took that one away when I guided a car straight into the pit. But I still have the other one. HOF shit.
Back in high school I had a job washing cars and mopping floors at a local BMW/MBZ/Volvo service shop. On the weekends I would go there for 4-5 hours by myself, remove all the cars from the building (or raise them if they were on lifts), and give the place a thorough mopping. One Monday I went in after school to check in, and my boss sternly asked me if I had anything to tell him. I said no, and he told me that I had bent a MBZ 450SEL grill by raising a car on a Benwil lift that the mechanic had unhinged the hood and had placed it vertically. I guess when I lifted the car, the vertical hood had hit the ceiling rafters and bent the grill slightly so that when the mechanic tried to close the hood, the grill hit wrong (easy fix, just bending the grill back into place). I protested that if I had known that I had done it, I certainly would have told my boss about it, but I had turned off the lift right as it impacted so I didn't realize it had hit anything. Boss decided to belive me, gave me a short lecture on paying attention when handling other people's expensive cars, we have a reputation to uphold yada yada. As one would expect, the mechanics gave me shit about it.
For exactly one week. For the following week, a senior mechanic working in the same stall, with the same Benwil lift, unhinged a MBZ hood and put it vertical, then lifted the car up. Hood crashed into the rafter beam, driving the corners of the hood down into the body and puncturing the fenders on both sides. Major body/paint work required. Never heard about my little grill incident again.
I worked at circuit city in the car audio department in high school and we weren't allowed to get tips but we accepted beer as payment. So people would drop off an 18 pack in the bed of my truck. And we would sit in the back and drink it.
Nothing special.
Sometimes an owner would see me finishing up washing his car as he came to pick it up, and try to tip me. I'd always politely refuse, even though my boss had told me that I could accept. I figured I was already getting paid, and it was good for the shop's reputation for integrity.
Beer is always acceptable.
It was pretty solid. Back before the economy fell out shit was diff.
It was my first job and I got paid like 12 bucks an hour plus free beer.. As a high school kid I thought I was rich
My first job, too, in 1985. Started at $3.75/hr.
Have you gotten a raise yet?
Sometimes the wife lets me drive the Lexus
Minimum wage at the time was $3.35. They raised me to $5/hr pretty quickly, which was better than my friends were getting busing tables at Marie Callender's or fucking Happy Steak. Part-time jobs for high school kids in 1980's Modesto pretty much paid for gas money and Taco Bell runs (get it?), but not much else
What else is there that you need in high school?
peppermint schnapps and condoms
Schnapps could be stolen from anyones parents. Condoms? Cmon. Chicks were on bc in high school.
I do all my own work. I refuse to let idiots touch my stuff. Only time they get me is when it's something with the computers that I can't do.
You're a fucking donkey.
You're just angry I won't let you work on my car. I certainly wouldn't go to the Jiffy lube you work at. Does the ankle GPS monitor get caught on stuff much?
Whoa. I was employee of the month. Twice. Until they took that one away when I guided a car straight into the pit. But I still have the other one. HOF shit.
Back in high school I had a job washing cars and mopping floors at a local BMW/MBZ/Volvo service shop. On the weekends I would go there for 4-5 hours by myself, remove all the cars from the building (or raise them if they were on lifts), and give the place a thorough mopping. One Monday I went in after school to check in, and my boss sternly asked me if I had anything to tell him. I said no, and he told me that I had bent a MBZ 450SEL grill by raising a car on a Benwil lift that the mechanic had unhinged the hood and had placed it vertically. I guess when I lifted the car, the vertical hood had hit the ceiling rafters and bent the grill slightly so that when the mechanic tried to close the hood, the grill hit wrong (easy fix, just bending the grill back into place). I protested that if I had known that I had done it, I certainly would have told my boss about it, but I had turned off the lift right as it impacted so I didn't realize it had hit anything. Boss decided to belive me, gave me a short lecture on paying attention when handling other people's expensive cars, we have a reputation to uphold yada yada. As one would expect, the mechanics gave me shit about it.
For exactly one week. For the following week, a senior mechanic working in the same stall, with the same Benwil lift, unhinged a MBZ hood and put it vertical, then lifted the car up. Hood crashed into the rafter beam, driving the corners of the hood down into the body and puncturing the fenders on both sides. Major body/paint work required. Never heard about my little grill incident again.
I worked at circuit city in the car audio department in high school and we weren't allowed to get tips but we accepted beer as payment. So people would drop off an 18 pack in the bed of my truck. And we would sit in the back and drink it.
Nothing special.
Sometimes an owner would see me finishing up washing his car as he came to pick it up, and try to tip me. I'd always politely refuse, even though my boss had told me that I could accept. I figured I was already getting paid, and it was good for the shop's reputation for integrity.
Beer is always acceptable.
It was pretty solid. Back before the economy fell out shit was diff.
It was my first job and I got paid like 12 bucks an hour plus free beer.. As a high school kid I thought I was rich
My first job, too, in 1985. Started at $3.75/hr.
Have you gotten a raise yet?
Sometimes the wife lets me drive the Lexus
Minimum wage at the time was $3.35. They raised me to $5/hr pretty quickly, which was better than my friends were getting busing tables at Marie Callender's or fucking Happy Steak. Part-time jobs for high school kids in 1980's Modesto pretty much paid for gas money and Taco Bell runs (get it?), but not much else
What else is there that you need in high school?
peppermint schnapps and condoms
Schnapps could be stolen from anyones parents. Condoms? Cmon. Chicks were on bc in high school.
I do all my own work. I refuse to let idiots touch my stuff. Only time they get me is when it's something with the computers that I can't do.
You're a fucking donkey.
You're just angry I won't let you work on my car. I certainly wouldn't go to the Jiffy lube you work at. Does the ankle GPS monitor get caught on stuff much?
Whoa. I was employee of the month. Twice. Until they took that one away when I guided a car straight into the pit. But I still have the other one. HOF shit.
Back in high school I had a job washing cars and mopping floors at a local BMW/MBZ/Volvo service shop. On the weekends I would go there for 4-5 hours by myself, remove all the cars from the building (or raise them if they were on lifts), and give the place a thorough mopping. One Monday I went in after school to check in, and my boss sternly asked me if I had anything to tell him. I said no, and he told me that I had bent a MBZ 450SEL grill by raising a car on a Benwil lift that the mechanic had unhinged the hood and had placed it vertically. I guess when I lifted the car, the vertical hood had hit the ceiling rafters and bent the grill slightly so that when the mechanic tried to close the hood, the grill hit wrong (easy fix, just bending the grill back into place). I protested that if I had known that I had done it, I certainly would have told my boss about it, but I had turned off the lift right as it impacted so I didn't realize it had hit anything. Boss decided to belive me, gave me a short lecture on paying attention when handling other people's expensive cars, we have a reputation to uphold yada yada. As one would expect, the mechanics gave me shit about it.
For exactly one week. For the following week, a senior mechanic working in the same stall, with the same Benwil lift, unhinged a MBZ hood and put it vertical, then lifted the car up. Hood crashed into the rafter beam, driving the corners of the hood down into the body and puncturing the fenders on both sides. Major body/paint work required. Never heard about my little grill incident again.
I do all my own work. I refuse to let idiots touch my stuff. Only time they get me is when it's something with the computers that I can't do.
You're a fucking donkey.
You're just angry I won't let you work on my car. I certainly wouldn't go to the Jiffy lube you work at. Does the ankle GPS monitor get caught on stuff much?
Whoa. I was employee of the month. Twice. Until they took that one away when I guided a car straight into the pit. But I still have the other one. HOF shit.
Back in high school I had a job washing cars and mopping floors at a local BMW/MBZ/Volvo service shop. On the weekends I would go there for 4-5 hours by myself, remove all the cars from the building (or raise them if they were on lifts), and give the place a thorough mopping. One Monday I went in after school to check in, and my boss sternly asked me if I had anything to tell him. I said no, and he told me that I had bent a MBZ 450SEL grill by raising a car on a Benwil lift that the mechanic had unhinged the hood and had placed it vertically. I guess when I lifted the car, the vertical hood had hit the ceiling rafters and bent the grill slightly so that when the mechanic tried to close the hood, the grill hit wrong (easy fix, just bending the grill back into place). I protested that if I had known that I had done it, I certainly would have told my boss about it, but I had turned off the lift right as it impacted so I didn't realize it had hit anything. Boss decided to belive me, gave me a short lecture on paying attention when handling other people's expensive cars, we have a reputation to uphold yada yada. As one would expect, the mechanics gave me shit about it.
For exactly one week. For the following week, a senior mechanic working in the same stall, with the same Benwil lift, unhinged a MBZ hood and put it vertical, then lifted the car up. Hood crashed into the rafter beam, driving the corners of the hood down into the body and puncturing the fenders on both sides. Major body/paint work required. Never heard about my little grill incident again.
I worked at circuit city in the car audio department in high school and we weren't allowed to get tips but we accepted beer as payment. So people would drop off an 18 pack in the bed of my truck. And we would sit in the back and drink it.
Nothing special.
Sometimes an owner would see me finishing up washing his car as he came to pick it up, and try to tip me. I'd always politely refuse, even though my boss had told me that I could accept. I figured I was already getting paid, and it was good for the shop's reputation for integrity.
Beer is always acceptable.
It was pretty solid. Back before the economy fell out shit was diff.
It was my first job and I got paid like 12 bucks an hour plus free beer.. As a high school kid I thought I was rich
My first job, too, in 1985. Started at $3.75/hr.
Have you gotten a raise yet?
Sometimes the wife lets me drive the Lexus
Minimum wage at the time was $3.35. They raised me to $5/hr pretty quickly, which was better than my friends were getting busing tables at Marie Callender's or fucking Happy Steak. Part-time jobs for high school kids in 1980's Modesto pretty much paid for gas money and Taco Bell runs (get it?), but not much else
I do all my own work. I refuse to let idiots touch my stuff. Only time they get me is when it's something with the computers that I can't do.
You're a fucking donkey.
You're just angry I won't let you work on my car. I certainly wouldn't go to the Jiffy lube you work at. Does the ankle GPS monitor get caught on stuff much?
Whoa. I was employee of the month. Twice. Until they took that one away when I guided a car straight into the pit. But I still have the other one. HOF shit.
Back in high school I had a job washing cars and mopping floors at a local BMW/MBZ/Volvo service shop. On the weekends I would go there for 4-5 hours by myself, remove all the cars from the building (or raise them if they were on lifts), and give the place a thorough mopping. One Monday I went in after school to check in, and my boss sternly asked me if I had anything to tell him. I said no, and he told me that I had bent a MBZ 450SEL grill by raising a car on a Benwil lift that the mechanic had unhinged the hood and had placed it vertically. I guess when I lifted the car, the vertical hood had hit the ceiling rafters and bent the grill slightly so that when the mechanic tried to close the hood, the grill hit wrong (easy fix, just bending the grill back into place). I protested that if I had known that I had done it, I certainly would have told my boss about it, but I had turned off the lift right as it impacted so I didn't realize it had hit anything. Boss decided to belive me, gave me a short lecture on paying attention when handling other people's expensive cars, we have a reputation to uphold yada yada. As one would expect, the mechanics gave me shit about it.
For exactly one week. For the following week, a senior mechanic working in the same stall, with the same Benwil lift, unhinged a MBZ hood and put it vertical, then lifted the car up. Hood crashed into the rafter beam, driving the corners of the hood down into the body and puncturing the fenders on both sides. Major body/paint work required. Never heard about my little grill incident again.
I worked at circuit city in the car audio department in high school and we weren't allowed to get tips but we accepted beer as payment. So people would drop off an 18 pack in the bed of my truck. And we would sit in the back and drink it.
Nothing special.
Sometimes an owner would see me finishing up washing his car as he came to pick it up, and try to tip me. I'd always politely refuse, even though my boss had told me that I could accept. I figured I was already getting paid, and it was good for the shop's reputation for integrity.
Beer is always acceptable.
It was pretty solid. Back before the economy fell out shit was diff.
It was my first job and I got paid like 12 bucks an hour plus free beer.. As a high school kid I thought I was rich
My first job, too, in 1985. Started at $3.75/hr.
Have you gotten a raise yet?
Sometimes the wife lets me drive the Lexus
Minimum wage at the time was $3.35. They raised me to $5/hr pretty quickly, which was better than my friends were getting busing tables at Marie Callender's or fucking Happy Steak. Part-time jobs for high school kids in 1980's Modesto pretty much paid for gas money and Taco Bell runs (get it?), but not much else
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Nothing special.
It was pretty solid. Back before the economy fell out shit was diff.
It was my first job and I got paid like 12 bucks an hour plus free beer.. As a high school kid I thought I was rich
Minimum wage at the time was $3.35. They raised me to $5/hr pretty quickly, which was better than my friends were getting busing tables at Marie Callender's or fucking Happy Steak. Part-time jobs for high school kids in 1980's Modesto pretty much paid for gas money and Taco Bell runs (get it?), but not much else
Cool story bro.
Nttawwt
I assume.
Maybe not in the 80s.
Obviously, you've never seen Footloose