My previous job was working for a local tire shop. the shop had a good customer base so we stayed busy all the time. I didn't mind the hard labor, it was the way the "management" treated me and a couple of other guys. I was the one who went around town picking up tires in my pickup using my gas. They wouldn't pay me milage (one day I kept up with the milage and I went 600 miles in a 10 hour day). They wouldn't let me off early for school because a couple of the guys started crying that I left early ( I was the only one in the whole store that is in college, half of the guys didn't graduate high school).

Right before I quit, I put a tool box in the back of my Ranger, which cut the amount of tires and other stuff I could haul around, when they saw that they were mad and told me to stack the tires on top of my truck and bungee them down. I told them forget it and they got even more mad.

I am unemployed at the moment, but the good news is I am passing all of my classes

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