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Things in my mind have a way to come back to me in my sleep. Last night I remembered a truck driver I had.
Stupidest person I've ever seen in my life. I had just lost the guy that was with me forever and this guy was being let go by the business next door so I asked him if he can lift stuff, drive a truck, and just do all around help in the shop,, "Oh sure"....Alright, I gave him a job, mainly driving a Mitsubishi truck doing pick ups and deliveries to and from stores of electronic merchandise that needed refurbishing. Naim Pacha was his name, a Cuban born Arab, Christian, married, a very soft spoken guy but dumb as shit. The type who would not watch TV shows where girls appeared in short shorts or bathing suits because the flesh was weak he said. One day he stops at a red light with a truck full of stuff and his right foot itched, so he took it off the brake to scratch it...running into the car in front of him carrying a young woman and a child.....well, thank to my insurance company everything worked out OK. Then one day he says he got hurt picking up merchandise and his back was out, he needed a week, I gave him a week, he came back "I cannot drive a truck, my back is really bad" SO I let him go, go find another job, you got hired on that condition, you can't do it so you're done here. Then he shows up a few months later asking me to sign some papers so they can get Free food and SS benefits for him and his wife who was Puerto Rican and claimed she was sick and could not work, I threw him out and told him to get a job. Never saw him again.
I don't hear voices yet....don't worry.
Stupidest person I've ever seen in my life. I had just lost the guy that was with me forever and this guy was being let go by the business next door so I asked him if he can lift stuff, drive a truck, and just do all around help in the shop,, "Oh sure"....Alright, I gave him a job, mainly driving a Mitsubishi truck doing pick ups and deliveries to and from stores of electronic merchandise that needed refurbishing. Naim Pacha was his name, a Cuban born Arab, Christian, married, a very soft spoken guy but dumb as shit. The type who would not watch TV shows where girls appeared in short shorts or bathing suits because the flesh was weak he said. One day he stops at a red light with a truck full of stuff and his right foot itched, so he took it off the brake to scratch it...running into the car in front of him carrying a young woman and a child.....well, thank to my insurance company everything worked out OK. Then one day he says he got hurt picking up merchandise and his back was out, he needed a week, I gave him a week, he came back "I cannot drive a truck, my back is really bad" SO I let him go, go find another job, you got hired on that condition, you can't do it so you're done here. Then he shows up a few months later asking me to sign some papers so they can get Free food and SS benefits for him and his wife who was Puerto Rican and claimed she was sick and could not work, I threw him out and told him to get a job. Never saw him again.
I don't hear voices yet....don't worry.
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