Hi all,
Yeah after my awesome weekend I really don't have much to write home about not that all that many people read this anyway. I've had an ok day I guess. Lots of electronics repair today. Sodering, testing, pin probing and what not and now my brain is slightly fried. I love that electronic shit though thats why I got in to automotive repair anyway. Beleive it or not very few of the techs in my shop comprehend electricity the way I do. Which is good for me in the future but for now I'm stuck teaching people who make more money than I do how to fix cars or fixing cars the right way after someone who makes more money than I do fucked it up. It can be very frustrating but I just have to live with it and hope I receive the same treatment whan I get older. I have no intention of falling behind the technology like the stubborn old folks did though. The worst part is that they reward people for hacking cars up. The faster they get the car ou8t the door whether it is fixed or not, whether it comes back or not theyt still get payed for the job. It's called flat rate. I get payed a certain amopunt for a certain job. So if I do that job faster and then start on the next I make more money. Unfortunately I take pride in what I do. Which means I turn fewer hours because I did it the right way. The advantage is I'm 22 and I'm quickly advancing past the older guys and I'm one of the most trusted guys in the shop. This is good but I deserve the money ya know.
Yeah so I'm done bitchin' about the fucked up auto industry. I di eat like 20 fish sticks today and that was good. I drank like 4 cups of free starbucks and that was good. I put my head down on a pillow on my couch and I could smell my hippie chicks pachuley and that was really good. I got to take a T-box and throw it through the roof of an old Range Rover we were junking and that was good. Oh and I proved the jewish guy at work wrong who thought I wrote some racial slur on the bathroom wall about him when I got the guy who did it to confess. I mean I went out with a jewish girl for three years and he knows her I don't know what he was thinkin'.
I think this may be my longest journal entry ever. WOW
Later all,
Lingus
Late night edit: Nothinlike a long hot bath with two beers and a 1/4 pack a smokes to ease the soul. Life is good.
Yeah after my awesome weekend I really don't have much to write home about not that all that many people read this anyway. I've had an ok day I guess. Lots of electronics repair today. Sodering, testing, pin probing and what not and now my brain is slightly fried. I love that electronic shit though thats why I got in to automotive repair anyway. Beleive it or not very few of the techs in my shop comprehend electricity the way I do. Which is good for me in the future but for now I'm stuck teaching people who make more money than I do how to fix cars or fixing cars the right way after someone who makes more money than I do fucked it up. It can be very frustrating but I just have to live with it and hope I receive the same treatment whan I get older. I have no intention of falling behind the technology like the stubborn old folks did though. The worst part is that they reward people for hacking cars up. The faster they get the car ou8t the door whether it is fixed or not, whether it comes back or not theyt still get payed for the job. It's called flat rate. I get payed a certain amopunt for a certain job. So if I do that job faster and then start on the next I make more money. Unfortunately I take pride in what I do. Which means I turn fewer hours because I did it the right way. The advantage is I'm 22 and I'm quickly advancing past the older guys and I'm one of the most trusted guys in the shop. This is good but I deserve the money ya know.
Yeah so I'm done bitchin' about the fucked up auto industry. I di eat like 20 fish sticks today and that was good. I drank like 4 cups of free starbucks and that was good. I put my head down on a pillow on my couch and I could smell my hippie chicks pachuley and that was really good. I got to take a T-box and throw it through the roof of an old Range Rover we were junking and that was good. Oh and I proved the jewish guy at work wrong who thought I wrote some racial slur on the bathroom wall about him when I got the guy who did it to confess. I mean I went out with a jewish girl for three years and he knows her I don't know what he was thinkin'.
I think this may be my longest journal entry ever. WOW
Later all,
Lingus
Late night edit: Nothinlike a long hot bath with two beers and a 1/4 pack a smokes to ease the soul. Life is good.
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Dude, that's awesome that you take pride in what you do. It's a rare thing these days. I respect that a lot. I know I'd pay good money and wait a few extra hours for someone who does the job right. Later bro.