Worked for a guy who treated us like shit, human bungee cords on trucks and fork lifts, paid under tge table for overtime, minimum wage if we were not at the clients house. Still in business today.
My father, who was generally a very jovial man and pretty fun, once threatened to beat me with a shovel because I wanted to take a break to rest.
He died of brain cancer about two years ago and I often wonder how long it was growing.
This shit is called democracy unfortunately
Holy Fuck!
It takes education, you can work your whole life at being a pro golfer, but if you never receive guidance, you will not reach your potential.
We know, they don’t care.