[1:54 pm] I fucking hate writing in here!! Why is the mobile version so fucked up?! Fucking Prose Box is gone even though no one wants to say it. I fucking called it and I wouldn’t be surprised if the Diary Master guy bought it. That’s the logical thing to do. You buy out your competitors and shut them down.
From a business standpoint, it’s just business. That’s my theory.
So I quit working for Cadillac. I never want a dealership to wash my car.
No one ever told me what I was getting paid and the worst part about it, was the job itself. I thought I’d learn how to do paint corrections and how to get swirl marks out of the paint. NOPE! They didn’t give a fuck! I also couldn’t drive that giant ass Cadillac SUV or big trucks. Or a stick shift.
I looked like an idiot! The backup camera on those things didn’t help. Everything looked so far away but in real life, you were about 5 inches away! So if you hit something you have to pay 25% of the damages. Then it goes up to 50% and you’re fired and unable to work at any dealership.
I was a nervous wreck. I didn’t sign up for this shit. My friend Rich said that I needed practice but when everyone keeps telling you to go this way and that way and not to do this and that, you quickly learn that you’re not cut out for it.
They made me wash a new car with a brush. The same brush I used on the wheels. They didn’t care. Dealerships don’t care as long as they get the money. Then you get a half ass wash. You have to wash a car in 15 minutes and that includes cleaning the inside too. Then I was told to clean the glass with a dirty rag because it was the only rag that was sort of clean. Cleaner than the rest. Then the sales guy came back and told me to clean them better. Better??? With a fucking rag?! So they gave me kitchen paper towels… They fucking left paper on the glass!
I know you’re not supposed to use the car wash brush on your car because you’ll scratch your paint. I at least wash it out before I use it and I never use it on my wheels. There (and this goes for every dealership) they had me use it on everything.
I had to apologize to the cars. I wanted to cry.
Now I am no longer working there because I left on my lunch break. Fuck that shit.
I’m not good at it and I fucking hate this shit!!!!!
God damn it!!!
Make this fucking entry shit like Prose Box! If anything spelled like I’m, I’ll, you’re; ANYTHING with that fucking dot thing in the air, it doesn’t type it out!!! God damn it!!!
Fuck this shit!