Discussion in 'The Bar' started by Hateman, Jul 4, 2013.
I hate it. In miserable. It sucks. It's pointless.
Don't we all? Suck it up buttercup and get back to work after you wash your pussy.
What would bricktop do?
Beats being broke.
Get his ass killed?
You count screws all day
My best advice would be to quit. Then cash out your 401k and relax for awhile. You've got plenty of time. Beer, fast food, marijuana, sleeping in. Use this time to dream big. "I should open up a bar on the beach in Costa Rica", etc.
Remember, you don't to worry about tomorrow because it will be gone the day after that.
He dies. You knew that.
Just do it then. If you have skills you will probably find a better one. Life is short.
I work in the service department at a dealership, but damn skippy, if they paid me what they do to count screws I'd be a screw counting motherfucker.
I like to screw mothers.
It's become painfully apparent 99% of you have zero idea what goes on in the service department of your local dealership. And, it's not counting screws.
Put your pussy back in your purse and get back to work
but I know what you mean. I hated my last job so much. Put your energy into finding something new. Make it a new goal and when you are at work think about how or look online for a new one
I kick the shit out of my service guy. I intimidate them and question everything. I look shit up on the internet, call around to get different price quotes. I threaten to tear them apart on Yelp, Google, Angie's list. Ask who the owner is. They know they can't get away with overcharging me a nickel. If I sense for a second they're fucking with me with a bullshit quote on a large job I tell them to do nothing. Then I take it to another place. If the other place says the same work needs to be done then and only then will I ok the work and even then I will question everything.
They can rip-off the old ladies because they sure as fuck aren't doing it with me.
That's pretty much the case with 99% of all our customers anymore. It comes with the territory.
I've literally had my ass torn for 10 minutes straight without the guy even taking a breath, before I asked the guy if he was done yet and he was. Then I got to tell him he was at the wrong dealership.
Thank God I only work inside the store a couple days a week.
it's such a bullshit industry. 10 different people get 10 different quotes for the exact same work.
the mechanics and the service rep are paid by commission.
I worked at a Volkswagen dealer for two years.