The requested work thread...

OK, I think we've sufficiently derailed this thread. Back to the topic at hand! LOL
 
That gravity can be a bitch! :eek: Are you back to work today? :unsure:
BTW, bandaids are so you don't get blood on the customer's interior. ;)

I just got some misc first-aid stuff like TQs from TEMU for cheap. While I already had some butterfly bandages, I figure a skin stapler might come in handy for deep gashes. :eek:

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And use seatcovers so you don't get fleas. :D I've refused to drive filthy cars before--ie: cups/garbage overflowing into the driver's side from the passenger side, ungodly stink, etc. I was never a primadonna but some things were not in my job description and above my pay grade... ;)
 
Nah I go back to work tomorrow. I’ll be doing just simple stuff or guiding an apprentice. For today I let my hand continue to leak blood and watch this documentary about the gunfight at the ok corral
 
So I was helping a friend replace the transmission in his RAM truck tonight. When it was time to lower the old trans out, it fell resulting in me being brought to ER. The trans landed on my hand resulting in a clear hole straight through. We were able to see the muscle and bright white tendons between my fingers. This is why I don’t like doing side work. Even after ER, we still got it done though. lol
This is why I don't tell people what I do for a living. Nobody ever asks their proctologist friends for a sidey.
 
This is why I don't tell people what I do for a living. Nobody ever asks their proctologist friends for a sidey.
If I could get away from it I would. I feel like my whole identity of how people know me is just as a “Automotive Technician”. I’m tired of it. But there’s nothing else I can do that brings home $2k+/wk
 
If I could get away from it I would. I feel like my whole identity of how people know me is just as a “Automotive Technician”. I’m tired of it. But there’s nothing else I can do that brings home $2k+/wk
Right, but the point is you don't SAY you are an "Automotive Technician" Say you got fired from that job so now you are a Coverdale model.

NONE of your male friends will ask you to come over and work on ANYTHING of theirs 🤣
 
When I was on FB a long time ago I presented myself as an underwear model. I didn’t think my profession needed to be revealed to millions of people I don’t know. Or don’t want to know

A former classmate looked me up and her friend request said that she never knew back in HS that I had what it takes for that job. I wonder what she meant?

I asked around and it turned out she was divorced, lonely and drank a lot.

An acquaintance of mine from the past has a PhD in engineering. One of the smartest people I have ever personally known. His job is working in a maintenance shop that repairs city busses. My father had a cousin that was an acclaimed opera singer. When he wasnt singing he was a waiter. You really cant judge people by what they do for a living. I have also known a lot of educated people with 'important' jobs that were either emotional train wrecks or lacked the common sense God gave a horse.
 
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So timing is very interesting but I stopped by the Dodge/Jeep dealer by my house yesterday to say hi to a buddy that works there. We sitting by his toolbox just bullshitin and the service manager walks by and sees me. Says Hi and enters himself to our convo. Mentions their SRT guy recently quit and asked what it would take for me to go back. I’m seriously considering it. It was more money, less headaches and the cars are more fun to drive. 🤷🏻 it’s definitely racking my brain as I’m way more versed in MOPAR than I’ll ever be with Audi. It’s just a more toxic work environment
 
So timing is very interesting but I stopped by the Dodge/Jeep dealer by my house yesterday to say hi to a buddy that works there. We sitting by his toolbox just bullshitin and the service manager walks by and sees me. Says Hi and enters himself to our convo. Mentions their SRT guy recently quit and asked what it would take for me to go back. I’m seriously considering it. It was more money, less headaches and the cars are more fun to drive. 🤷🏻 it’s definitely racking my brain as I’m way more versed in MOPAR than I’ll ever be with Audi. It’s just a more toxic work environment
There's nothing worse than working with or for assholes. Even if it pays better. Bad managers or bad management generates a lot of unnecessary stress. If you leave work every day pissed off about something - workload, bad boss, etc. - it isn't worth it.
 
Say you got fired from that job so now you are a Coverdale model.

I worked with a guy who moonlighted as a "chippendale"-ish. He had the physique for it but I recall his face was pockmarked by acne. :unsure: I guess the wimmins don't care after a few glasses of wine. ;) He made more those couple nights a week than he did as a mechanic. That gave me incentive to practice and perfect my hip thrusts for potential future employment... :D
 
I worked with a guy who moonlighted as a "chippendale"-ish. He had the physique for it but I recall his face was pockmarked by acne. :unsure: I guess the wimmins don't care after a few glasses of wine. ;) He made more those couple nights a week than he did as a mechanic. That gave me incentive to practice and perfect my hip thrusts for potential future employment... :D
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Based on Bobster's fan club above, a Christmas Story:

So there I was. It was a couple of days before Christmas and I'm in the old Rat Pack haunt in Palm Springs: Melvyn's. I was with my wife and her sister, who were wonderfully tarted up for the occasion. We were in the bar awaiting our table and the girls run off to the ladies room. I'm sitting there by myself and this old lady comes up to me and in a thick Brooklyn accent says, "Honey, are ya by yourself tonight? It's nice to see a man wearing a decent suit these days." Now, this lady was probably really something in 1955 and her jewelry was worth more than my annual salary. I told her I had a date but was very flattered that I caught her attention. I asked what her name is. She said it was Betty. I complimented Betty on her dress and asked if it was a special night - because she was really put together this evening. She says, "Honey, every night I'm still breathing is a special night."

The girls return and wonder what I'm doing talking to this old lady. So I introduced them and Betty says, "I cant compete with these two beauties. I'm glad to see you are doing well, honey." She excuses herself shuffles off. A few minutes later the bartender lays down a round of drinks, saying it's on the house. Turns out Betty is a personal friend of Melvyn himself and been a customer since the days when Palm Springs was the playground for Sinatra, Marilyn Monroe, and all the Hollywood stars of that time. They were in his place every night. The stars all had homes in that Old Las Palmas neighborhood. Melvyn noticed I was nice to her from across the bar and thus the drinks. I look over and he gives me a nod. Kind of cool. Like stepping back in time.

I thought about asking her to join us for dinner but she had already been seated with someone. I'll bet she had some great stories to tell.
 
Based on Bobster's fan club above, a Christmas Story:

So there I was. It was a couple of days before Christmas and I'm in the old Rat Pack haunt in Palm Springs: Melvyn's. I was with my wife and her sister, who were wonderfully tarted up for the occasion. We were in the bar awaiting our table and the girls run off to the ladies room. I'm sitting there by myself and this old lady comes up to me and in a thick Brooklyn accent says, "Honey, are ya by yourself tonight? It's nice to see a man wearing a decent suit these days." Now, this lady was probably really something in 1955 and her jewelry was worth more than my annual salary. I told her I had a date but was very flattered that I caught her attention. I asked what her name is. She said it was Betty. I complimented Betty on her dress and asked if it was a special night - because she was really put together this evening. She says, "Honey, every night I'm still breathing is a special night."

The girls return and wonder what I'm doing talking to this old lady. So I introduced them and Betty says, "I cant compete with these two beauties. I'm glad to see you are doing well, honey." She excuses herself shuffles off. A few minutes later the bartender lays down a round of drinks, saying it's on the house. Turns out Betty is a personal friend of Melvyn himself and been a customer since the days when Palm Springs was the playground for Sinatra, Marilyn Monroe, and all the Hollywood stars of that time. They were in his place every night. The stars all had homes in that Old Las Palmas neighborhood. Melvyn noticed I was nice to her from across the bar and thus the drinks. I look over and he gives me a nod. Kind of cool. Like stepping back in time.

I thought about asking her to join us for dinner but she had already been seated with someone. I'll bet she had some great stories to tell.
Around 1961 - 1962, my dad and his best friend drove from NY to Las Vegas in his friend's Jaguar XKE Roadster. My dad was at a Blackjack table and Dean Martin sat in the chair right next to him. I asked my dad, "What did you do?" He said, "I sold my seat to another guy for $10." LOL! True story.
 
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So its official. I'm going back to Dodge. I'll have 2 bays in the shop to myself with plenty of work area. I'll be going in as 1 of 2 SRT Specialists. The shop foreman there now is the only person they have that is certified through MOPAR specifically for SRT cars. ( Hellcats, Demons, Scat Packs, TRX trucks, Vipers, etc.. ) When I was at Matt Bowers several months ago, they sent me to school where I got that same cert. I remember posting alot of the cars on here somewhere. But I'm going back and walking into a 2 month backlog, took a hefty raise in pay, and the service manager there knows me personally and is very aware I strongly prefer to be left alone when working. I start on the 1st of the year. I should have some good videos coming soon. I'm also working on getting my own company off the ground, I don't think I've mentioned here. ( Offroad Recovery Assistance ). Basically doing recoveries tow trucks can't. I've been doing it for years as a hobby and when I realized there are nothing in my area but typical tow truck companies, I thought I'd give it a shot and start a specialized recovery company.
 
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