Larry Jaques wrote:
On Sun, 31 Dec 2017 05:02:20 -0500, Michael A Terrell
wrote:

Larry Jaques wrote:

Michael A Terrell wrote:

Larry Jaques wrote:

One of the "Here, hold my beer and watch this. I is a Injuneer!"
types, eh?

No, it was more like, 'They hired me to run this place, and you
just want to spend money.' One year they announced that due to the
purchase of a large competitor, there would be no bonus checks that
year, except for the managers. He was waving a $50 check in our
faces as another check fell out of the Fedex envelope. It had my
name on it. He laughed and said, If I only got $50, your check must
just be $5. I opened it and said, You're right. It is $500.00. Mine
was ten times what he got, because of the extra time that I put in,
and the money that I had saved the company.

Beautiful. LOL



I made time and a half, and double and a half for overtime, and
overtime on holidays. I was working 112 hours a week. Everything past 40
hours was overtime. That was over 1300 a week, before taxes, if there
wasn't a holiday. This was over 30 years ago. I got paid every other
week, and one time it was three months before I could deposit my checks.

Egad!


The teller dropped the pile of checks and asked me to marry her. I
told her I was too tired to even think about it, so she counter-offered
with a weekend in Vegas, with a promise that I'd never forget it. She
was right. It would have killed me, and she would have taken the rest of
that cash.

g Golddiggers earn 3 limp thumbs from me. Take a photo of 'em and
paste the face on a Playboy foldout. It's a whole lot cheaper, you
avoid the whole drama, and there are no attorney bills.


She had a face and a body that could have been a centerfold. I was
so exhausted that she could have stripped right there, and I would have
walked away. It was cutting into my precious sleep time. A week or two
later I blacked out while driving in heavy traffic in Cincinnati. I
drove five miles, in about 15 minutes, and I didn't remember one second
of it. I was sitting at a red light, and the next ting I knew, I had
slammed on the brakes to keep from hitting some idiot in a brand new
Lincoln who had cut me off. This was near the end of the overtime. I
told the manager what happened. The brainless SOB just laughed and told
me that I would get used to the blackouts. I gave him an ultimatum.
Either he hired a second tech by that Monday, or he could hire 20,
because I would be gone and they would have to start the department
over. I was yelling loud enough that the entire staff heard me, and a
threat to call the Ohio Ste Labor Relations Board to file a complaint
about the mandatory overtime. He hired somebody from a place that
repaired TV tuners.