I was working at a very busy automotive tire and repair shop centering my efforts in tire installs. Though I was a new-comer in the field, I learned the European machines rapidly and made the company a lot of money. Sadly, my employer acted as though it was never enough and always had the whip out, pushing more cars on me than I could comfortably handle. One day, my last day actually, I was putting new tires on a small Honda. My boss was spitting out a continuous list of other cars that he wanted me to finish before my next break and upon completion of the Honda I sent the customer on his merry way. Within only minutes the customer came walking up to the shop saying that one of the tires that I had just put on had come off and passed him on the street. I immediately grabbed a floor jack and placed it in one of our other awaiting customers cars and sped off. I found myself picking up a trail of lug-nuts before I reached the abandoned Honda resting quietly in the center of the busy thoroughfare. I hungrily placed the tire back on the car a second time a made my way back to the shop where my boss rigidly stood. Deep inside I foretold the impending conversation and before he could even finished the words " You're Fired", I had my hand stretched out in great thanks for the offer. I had only heard of sweat shops before I was hired at this company. I happily grabbed my things and started walking in the direction if inner peace.
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