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Fuck You Boss Man!

So I’m poor. I equate time with money. I feel that if you put in the time you at the very least should get the money. Like lets say you work your fucking ass for the same company for 18 years at an hourly rate of $18 an hour. That rate should be good enough, it should make up for not getting vacation time, retirement, or many a case any benefits. I worked for the same company for 18 years. I had health insurance. I got two weeks vacation,  ....sorta. It translated into 10 days extra pay on what your lowest weekly average for the year. My boss was one of those guys who you would have to give a two month notice to have a day off to go to the doctor. Even when your time off request was written out by him, on the calendar, and you have a sworn statement signed by 25 witnesses and a unicorn. So I had requested Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday off. I had actually requested the time off months in advance. Like five months 18 days and 3 hours ago. You will get told the day before you have to come in, "Hey, I need you to work Wednesday and Thursday." Thursday night at work my boss walks up to me and thanks me for coming in. Fallowed by, "I also need you to come in tomorrow night." After recovering from the initial shock and hurt, I replied “I’m sorry. I can’t, I want to walk in my own Graduation.”  Boss - “ Oh yeah! Of corse! We’ll chat tomorrow.” Me - “Thanks Dad.” I worked for my father for 18 years.

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