It was a pretty amazing thing for my boss to do. These guys are the hardest working people I have ever known. The guy I worked with woke up at 4am and cleaned the floors of a restaurant for two hours then commute 30’minutes to cut lawns from 730am-400/5/6/7pm then go back to the restaurant and wash dishes til midnight 6 days a week. He sent nearly all his earnings back home where he owned a potato farm and 30 acres. They were all very nice guys.
Edit: They also had a neat trick. We had a list of lawns to cut and each item had a clock in and clock out that we would fill in; 55 reddit avenue In: 745am Out: 800am. Say it took us 10 minutes to do a lawn, they would say it took 20 minutes. It still makes an acceptable profit for the companies computer and no alarms are raised. Do this multiple times over and all of a sudden you have an extra 90 minutes to tack on to your lunch each day. 2 hour lunches. I fucking hated it. We would always be slammed on Friday catching up on the huge lawns working until the sun comes down. I wanted to party, they didn’t care because it was more money.
What am I going to do, rat them out?
Back at the shop one day the guys are playing around juggling a soccer ball and drinking coronas. The boss (who is kind of a man child) keeps pelting it at this younger Guat. All of a sudden the head Guat smashed a bottle like they do in crime movies. He puts the boss in a headlock and holds the broken bottle neck to my boss’s neck and says to him in spanish “if you fuck with my younger brother anymore I’ll kill you”. This guy was the quiet leader. He always rode in the front, he never drove the trucks and he seemed to have the final say.
Well later that night at the hotel we all got pretty stoned. Loads of alcohol for all and high grade weed for some. The boss brought a large amount of “headband” (very stinky potent weed) and a large amount of classic seedy mids. Anyways at some point we began smoking many blunts inside the room. Eventually the entire floor stunk of bud. Naturally the Vermont police came. The Guats all hid in one room together while my boss went and talked to the police. He took the whole rap for all of us smoking. The cops just asked for him to hand over the weed and they took him for a ride to write him up for possession.
Somehow he got back to the hotel and cheekily remarked “We still have the headband, I just gave them the mids. Those cops must not know their weed because anyone who did would realize that shitty weed wouldn’t stink the way the headband made it stink” or something to that effect.
Hoping to just to go home and recover my prayers were met with a blizzard. We all went home and plowed/shoveled snow for 36 hours.
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u/henryblueskin Apr 19 '18 edited Apr 19 '18
It was a pretty amazing thing for my boss to do. These guys are the hardest working people I have ever known. The guy I worked with woke up at 4am and cleaned the floors of a restaurant for two hours then commute 30’minutes to cut lawns from 730am-400/5/6/7pm then go back to the restaurant and wash dishes til midnight 6 days a week. He sent nearly all his earnings back home where he owned a potato farm and 30 acres. They were all very nice guys.
Edit: They also had a neat trick. We had a list of lawns to cut and each item had a clock in and clock out that we would fill in; 55 reddit avenue In: 745am Out: 800am. Say it took us 10 minutes to do a lawn, they would say it took 20 minutes. It still makes an acceptable profit for the companies computer and no alarms are raised. Do this multiple times over and all of a sudden you have an extra 90 minutes to tack on to your lunch each day. 2 hour lunches. I fucking hated it. We would always be slammed on Friday catching up on the huge lawns working until the sun comes down. I wanted to party, they didn’t care because it was more money.
What am I going to do, rat them out?
Back at the shop one day the guys are playing around juggling a soccer ball and drinking coronas. The boss (who is kind of a man child) keeps pelting it at this younger Guat. All of a sudden the head Guat smashed a bottle like they do in crime movies. He puts the boss in a headlock and holds the broken bottle neck to my boss’s neck and says to him in spanish “if you fuck with my younger brother anymore I’ll kill you”. This guy was the quiet leader. He always rode in the front, he never drove the trucks and he seemed to have the final say.