Hahaha, CAP.........I hate to admit this, but........we got paid every other week.......that was $250 take home for TWO weeks work........that shop is no longer in business, the business was demolished several years ago. Yeah, I was getting raped big time; my son, now 19 years old, was 11 months old at the time, his mother, now my ex, wasn't working, and I was afraid, or just too timid, to stand up for myself the way I would now.
They left a computer out in the shop once, and it had the Chilton hourly rates for the various jobs on it.
Dunno what they thought we would do, we were all curious......so we started looking up the different jobs we were doing and saw that we were all getting screwed. That particular week I mentioned where I had done the clutch jobs..........IIRC, I should have gotten between 80 and 100 hours for those jobs.......I was new to the profession and was happy at the time to be making $12.50/hour commission.......when you realize that you busted your butt and only brought home pay equivalent to less than a quarter of what you should have made, it can make even the most laid back person lose their cool.
The day I told the owner and his witch with B wife to stick, I backed my truck up into my bay, started loading up my toolboxes and stuff, and he came over and told me if I would start staying later in the evening after the shop closed he was almost sure my paychecks would improve. I had written down the hours they had cheated me out of and showed them to him. He wasn't so friendly then, told me what they charged the customers and what I made was none of my business and tried to take the notebook I had written them in from me. I refused to hand it over, and went on loading my truck.
As I was driving off he told me to never set foot on his property again, but his facial expression wasn't anger.........it looked like fear. By the end of the next week he only had one mechanic left there, as three of us four walked out on him.
When I came back to town a few months later (we relocated to a town 3 hours away when I quit that job), the place looked like a ghost town. Another friend who worked at a dealership told me the word of what they had done had spread and no one, not even new grads from the local trade school, would go to work for them.