About 10 years back, I was working for a great guy and his kid, one day I come into work, and find out the place had sold (had no idea it was "for sale"). New guys show up a week later with their own workforce, most of which spoke no english (spelled illegal aliens). I'm less than thrilled, I nail down everything, and take the balance of what I dont "NEED" home with me that night, expecting the worst. Day two, a "new guy" walks up to me, and is wearing a nice, almost new pair of gloves, deerskin, and in black sharpie, in large letters are my first name, and the initial for my last name "Bill N.". I politely ask for my gloves back, I get the "no speak engle", followed by a go *** yourself smile. I was furious, and was not working there by the end of the week (I quit). Part that sucked, it was my favorite and best job I ever had. The old man and kid that owned the place didn't get along, so the old man sold the business and moved out west. I managed no other losses, but my box was not unlocked unless I was pulling or putting tools away. Oh, and trust me, the guy wearing the gloves, his name was not "Bill"!
