Finally got my day in court!

Yepper!

That old boss, John Fazil, from the ‘Smog Center – Test Only,’ station, who fucked me around for that entire year? Well, I think he’s gonna get his now. I’ll know in a couple weeks or so.

The idiot couldn’t even be bothered showing up for the hearing! That’ll certainly get the judge on your side, huh?

I don’t just automatically win, though. I sat there for about an hour and told my side of the story to some pretty penetrating questions. When it came down to the part about ‘not getting breaks,’ I willingly let that go. We did spend an awful lot of time just sitting around on his dime, because there was no business.

That’s OK, though. It was the fact that I could not leave for lunchtime without ‘permission’ that bothered me. Especially since ‘permission’ was not generally granted. Someone might show up wanting a SMOG and I had better be there.

I mean, the Post Office was only ½ mile away, yet one time it took three days before I was allowed to go mail a letter! Still, one hour a day was deducted from my paychecks for the lunch I was not permitted to leave to take!

This guy was ridiculous!

“I don’t pay before 9 am,” but, if I was there early because I wanted coffee across the street, I was expected to open the shop in case a customer showed up! I mean, one time, two days in a row, I showed up at 8:20, 40 minutes early, because I wanted coffee and a minute to relax before work. I had to argue for hours, about why I would not open the shop.

I mean, I’m not getting paid, right? But, if I don’t open the shop, I have to put up with hours of arguing and stress about this?

I don’t mind opening early. Whatever you want, no problem, right? But, I expect to get paid. Don’t tell me I have to open at 8:20, but you don’t pay until 9 am! It ain’t happening!

I think I’ll win.

I certainly hope I’ll win.

And, there’s no question about it, I deserve to win!

All I want is those back hours paid, when I was denied lunches, yet those hours were deducted from my paycheck. That’s certainly not much for all the stress I had to put up with!

At the end, the judge, (pretty nice lady, in my experience,) was explaining options…

“Both parties will have the option to appeal…”

“…if I find for you, he can pay or he can appeal…”she said.

“He will appeal. I can pretty much guarantee it! He swore that I will not get a cent out of this!” I replied.

“If he wants to appeal, he will have to put up a cash bond for the full amount then,” she said. “The third choice is that we will go after anything he owns. We don’t just go after the business property; we go after the personal, also. If he ever sells anything, we will collect before the title is allowed to transfer. You may not get your money fast, but, you will get your money.”

Fucking AWESOME!

She decided to use my figures in the calculation. I’m not sure what all that will amount to; at this point I’m not even going to try to figure that out, either. Suffice to say it should be should be somewhere between $7,000 and maybe even $15,000. This is counting 30 days additional pay, due for the time he has been holding up my pay. There is also interest on all this money, although I am not sure what the rate on that is.

I’ve promised myself that most of this, (minus about ¼ for taxes,) will go towards my credit card and other debts! However, I do have one special treat… aptitude testing from the Human Engineering Laboratory. It’s quite expensive, but, there are very definite reasons which I may go into at a later date.

God, it feels so good to finally have my day in court!

I didn’t fuck up and do anything stupid, like burn down his car or house or anything.

Fucking ‘A.’

I think I done good this time, instead of settling the injustice myself, man-to-man.

Well, we’ll see.

P.S. The only relation the above pic has is that it’s soothing. Lowers my stress. Hope you enjoy it, too.