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I used to sub for a contractor. Refinishing antique wood floors. I was very good at it and had been working by myself for years at this point.

One week he sent his fucking drug dealer to be my helper on a job. The guy was useless. He was high on pills. I'd go to check on him and he'd be dancing to the radio not working.

I had to pick him up in the morning and drop him off at the end of the day. An additional 45 minutes driving I didn't need. The fucking guy stole $10 in quarters out of the work van console!

At the end of the week I told the contractor that I wouldn't be using the guy anymore. The asshole shouted at me over the phone "This is my business and I decide who works or not! Got it?".

I gave him 2 weeks notice and only worked another week. I had found another job pretty quickly.

6 months later the contractor calls me wanting me to come back. I had been cooking in a restaurant on the beach and hated it.

I told him "You come up with a $1000 bonus and I'll come back". That was the quickest check he ever scratched in his life! My jobs usually generated $1500-$2000 in profit for him every week so it was a no brainer for him.

The guy was addicted to Vicodin and Adderall and eventually ran the business into the ground. When the housing market crashed I bailed out and went to Nursing school. I had been an EMT in the Coast Guard.