Another fucked up job I had. I was 18, just out of high school. I applied to a local sheet metal shop (they always had a help wanted sign out) for a summer job and to work when I had time off from college. This was an old established shop with tons of work.
I had long hair, wore rock 'n roll t-shirts which got me off to a crappy start. Everyone that worked there was older except someone I knew that dropped out of HS. I ran the spot welder, punch presses, did sanding, etc. The lead was always on my ass. I never had more cuts on my hands before or since.
One day I walked by the time clock and my card wasn’t there. I asked the lady in the office, (my neighbor) she told me I was being let go that day, but keep it quiet. This was before lunch… which is the segue into the best part of the tale.
There was this one guy that liked to park his car by the loading dock on payday. There were signs all over, no parking, not responsible for damages… blah, blah, blah. The idea was to get a jump on cashing the check, hitting the bar down the street that had a good lunch special.
Comes 11 or so… we all hear a big crash from outside, by the loading dock. We go outside, there was a huge punch press either coming or going onto a truck. Well, it topples off the truck, right onto his car. I don’t know what kind of car it was, it resembled a squashed bug. It was about 2’ tall. The owner of the shop comes out, refusing to be responsible for any damage since there were signs all over. I later learn that the guy who owned the car quit, the press sat on top of the car for about a week until they came up with a crane to remove it.
After lunch I go to my punch press job, putting holes into a metal chassis. All I had to do was follow the color-coded sample hanging over the press. Well, I fucked one up. Call over the lead, he says put it on the side and keep going. I fucked up another one… figured I had a few hours to go, may as well have fun with it. A few, I put in all small holes, some all big holes, going for an artistic pattern on some more.
The lead comes over about 2 PM to check on me, he goes through the “done” pile…" looks good… looks good, what the fuck… what the fuck…". Then he tells me to stop right there, don’t move or touch anything. He comes back with a pay envelope… cash and says, “you don’t work here any more.”.
Rob