kensnelling
Veteran Member
I retired at 51. When I was 53 I got a call from a motorcycle dealership to be service manager, and some motorcycle sales. It was a living #$&? working at a place where there were 7 employees, 3 of them owners with differing opinions. After a year of that for the first time in my life I told 'em to stuff it and walked out.
What I thought was a bad job looked good compared ti that. Throwing straw on a concrete floor, clean/strip the cows before hooking up the milk machines, then hand shoveling the soiled straw out the door to load in the manure wagon. Twice a day, before school and after school I always knew what I was doing.
It was a lot easier dealing with that snit than the snit at the bike shop.
Ken
What I thought was a bad job looked good compared ti that. Throwing straw on a concrete floor, clean/strip the cows before hooking up the milk machines, then hand shoveling the soiled straw out the door to load in the manure wagon. Twice a day, before school and after school I always knew what I was doing.
It was a lot easier dealing with that snit than the snit at the bike shop.
Ken