Arrived at work today, waffled around while the crews puttered getting their dope together, in said shop and cluttering my area up with buckets of parts and peoples tripping over each other. Talking to bossman while this is going about: little boy that ‘broke his foot’ called late last night to say he had a stress fracture in his ankle, had hurt his back, and was going to the chiropractor in AM. From what I gathered, but dunno certain, his language was delivered in a threatening manner, as in “I’m gonna get a disability check outta this”.
25 yo. Three kids not married. Easily 150# overweight (could be more so,,, ) barely educated, not illiterate, but did struggle to read,,,,
Its shit like this, people spending so much time to find a way to ‘easy street’, never realizing that “THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A FREE LUNCH” Someone is gonna write that check, but the person writing it is not the one(s) supplying the lucre it represents. The place I work in is a low margin business, a Mom (rest her soul) and Pop kinda place. When that check starts getting cut and starts hitting bossmans accounts to fulfill it, as old as he is and as little as he draws from this headache, I would not be surprised if he shutters the place. One little spoiled fat boy will be the force that destroys the livelihood of 8 people because he wanted a free ride.
There is so little comprehension of cause and effect in the younger generations.
