Tim-Tim, I sympathize. I've already worked 42 hours this week, not counting today. I had to go pick up a dozen 1.5 gallon buckets of caulking yesterday, and a bunch of other equipment. I have a tiny, relatively nice sports car. Well, the dude loaded my car, ramming one bucket into my cd player (it's a trunk one) multiple times, smashing a bucket into my better rod and reel, and leaving grease stains on my back seat.
I tell ya, my little car is a far cry from the company truck. And I got no compensation. Among other things, that is a reason I am getting out. It's hard; people get stuck in their ways and don't want to move or change, no matter how young or old they are. But once we do, I assume it will be glorious. Until then, don't let the man get you down.
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