If you are smart with money, you can often save enough so that you are comfortable, even if you still have to work to deal with any little expenses.
What would you do if you were working a simple job for a few years, but once the boss got married the job really went downhill fast.
That is what happened to the veteran in this story, so he finally sued them and put them out of business.
Check it out.
I am a military veteran who was injured in Iraq, I mention only because it is important to the story.
I worked for this company.
I say company but in reality it was a guy who owned a few businesses and he was the richest person in a very small town.
It’s important to say how I made it to this situation, I will try and make it quick so I can get to the steak and taters as it where.
I joined the military before I even completed high school, late birthdays and all of that.
I choose a military career path that I figured I would enjoy and since I love working on things I became a mechanic.
It offered a great sign on bonus so that was a bonus.
Very responsible.
I went through basic only ever spending money on necessities so saved up quite a lot.
Saved even more through advanced training for my mos (military job) by the time I was done with both I had half of my sign on bonus and just short of an entire years pay in my bank account.
At my age most would have splurged.
I invested in the stock market and Bitcoin and paid off my parents house.
After a couple of deployments, the other half of my bonus and the only thing I really ever spent money on outside of necessities was my hotrod.
Needless to say I had some money saved up and invested it also.
Long story short, when I discharged I was pretty comfortable even after a nasty divorce.
Don’t get me wrong I didn’t/don’t have stupid money but because of the divorces a lot of stocks were cashed out split and if anyone follows Bitcoin over the past two decades you know how that turned out.
After my divorce I worked to recover what I lost and then just to keep busy.
Like I said I love working as a mechanic and would bounce around wherever I felt like.
A good mechanic can make money anywhere.
After a decade of this I decided to set roots in a small town since it would be nice and quiet.
By this point I was tired of always working on others people cars and wanted to devote time to working on my car.
I bought a small house and saw a help wanted sign at the local lube shop.
Figured it would be simple work for me and be something to cover my few expenses.
I grab an application from the office getting all kinds of looks from the townies.
Btw I am 6’3 and ever since I discharged from the military I stopped cutting my hair and shaving and I have one full sleeve.
Needless to say most people cross the street instead of walk past.
When I went to turn in my application to “Sue” the bookkeeper, she ask me a couple of questions noticed I checked I was a veteran and puts a y on my application.
Later that day Sue calls me and ask if I would come back in to meet the owner, let’s call him Peter.
I agree and sue says Peter will be there in an hour so if I come in then we can talk about the position.
I show up and Peters eyes bulge at first sight but we get to chatting and my southern charm wins him over.
He tossed me a calendar that he had made of his car collection and ask me to name of the ones I recognized.
Those are some sweet cars.
There were a couple of mustangs a Ford GT, a bricklin sv-1, a judge, a demon, a Pantera, and an mxt.
He was impressed that I knew what the sv-1 was and we chatted cars for a bit.
He offered me the position and explained that I would be paid $100 dollars a day.
I would work mon-sat from 8-6, no overtime, but I would get a full days pay even if we closed shop early for some reason, and eat when I could.
I would be off every Sunday and one extra day during the week.
Awesome start and work maybe a year no issues.
Peter ask if I could help him out by being a relief worker for his other lube shops in neighboring towns.
He says he will give me $20 every day for travel and basically I would be covering so guys could take days off at the other stores.
I agreed and did this for about a year, then disaster strikes.
Peter meets Karen and falls madly in love.
In the span of a month they are married and he starts supporting her and her gambling problem.
This is when all of the problems start, one week I notice my paycheck was only $250 and ask about it.
Sue tells me apparently there have been some changes and I should really speak to Peter about it.
Sure no problem I call up Peter and ask if we can talk about somethings.
He shows up with Karen in tow and when I asked why my pay was short he tells me it was because of the bad weather and us closing early affected the business.
I would have let it go at that because Peter was a nice guy but Karen decided to speak.
She said, “It isn’t very fair to us to have to pay you for a full day if you don’t work the full ten hours.”
I said that would be true if I wasn’t on a negotiated day rate and if I get paid for each day I work not hourly that why I don’t get paid 19 hrs overtime each week.
She claims that’s not how it works anymore that from now on I would be paid for the hours I worked and nothing else.
Ok whatever you say Karen.
Fast forward to the next week we had a weeks worth of very busy days were we were open a couple hours later than normal to finish up with waiting customers.
And I gave up one of my days off to cover for a sick coworker.
They are really treating him poorly.
So, when what should have easily been over an $800 paycheck was only $600 I had some questions.
I called Peter and asked him what was going on why I only got paid $600 and he says well that’s what we agreed on a $100 a day.
I look at him blankly and ask if he forgot about last week and he asked what about it I reminded him and he just says it is what it is.
Ok so at this point I am aggravated and that is when Karen walks and and ask so what is he complaining about now.
I look at her coldly and say well I worked 80 hours last week and yall only paid me $600 she looks at me and says “you’re contracted labor and you agreed to $100 per day so why would we pay you more than that.”
I look at Peter and ask is that how it is he just says you heard the lady.
I went home and convinced myself that I was only working to cover my few living expenses anyway the job isn’t that hard.
The only other things in this small town would have been assembling sheds or slinging chickens at a chicken plant.
The next week one of the guys I work with is getting yelled at in front of customers by Karen about what she claims is an OSHA violation.
She doesn’t know what she is talking about.
She claims that as part owner of the company it his her responsibility to ensure that all OSHA regulations are met and his apparent violation was him wearing tinted safety glasses.
Now this is not true because the bays faced east west and with how the cars pulled in.
Top workers got the sun during the day and the pit worker got it in the evening.
I shake my head as I am walking in and like a T-Rex in a dinosaur movie it attracted Karen’s attention and she decides to shout at me “you got something to say you big baby?” and I just kept walking.
I told Sue she needed to have a long talk with Peter before Karen’s mouth wrote checks he would have to cash and she says I just keep the books don’t involve me.
So this behavior goes on another year and finally I am at my limit.
On the day I started my malicious compliance I was in a very bad mood.
I had woken up to news that a good friend of mine that was responsible for me surviving being blown up in Iraq was taken out by a drunk driver.
Not wanting to deal with anyone I tell the shop I will be working pit all day and to just let me be these guys have been working with me a few years now and know something is up.
I never once thought that this would be a day that I would need to deal with Karen, since I was working at the furthest shop from the main shop and it was in the opposite direction of the casinos.
But I wasn’t so lucky.
Or maybe I was.
Peter and Karen show up and she storms into the pit and scream Peter come look at this mess.
I have no idea what she is talking about about because I always kept the pit spotless and would clean as I worked were a lot of others would clean at the end of the day.
Her complaint was about 50 of the most common oil filters we would use in a day being stacked on my waste drums for easy access to me so I wouldn’t have to wait to the top guys to hand me filters.
I did this all of the time and Peter knew about it and never cared before.
He comes down looks around and tells me like he is talking to a teenager “clean up this pigsty.”
I shake my head and say todays not the day Peter move on and take her with you.
This apparently infuriated Karen who of course thought it was the utmost disrespect to her and Peter.
He tells me if I don’t like it I am free to leave so I left.
Now don’t freak out, this story isn’t over yet that it just the first flap of the butterflies wings that started a massive storm.
The next day Peter calls me and ask me to swing by the main store on my way home.
I think he is going to apologize about the day before figured one of the other guys might have told him why I was so on edge.
No that was not what this was about.
Peter was calling me in to inform me that for the next six months I would be on a probation period for my actions and for these 6 months I would only be paid $50 a day and I wouldn’t receive the normal $20 a day I received for driving to the other shops.
I ask if he is serious about this and if he has seriously considered what he was doing.
His wife really corrupted him.
This is when Peters let his true colors shine.
He tells me I am lucky I wasn’t fired for my constant disrespect towards him and the co-owner Karen how if he didn’t pity me for being a struggling disabled veteran he would have fired me long ago.
(I never once discussed my money with anyone I worked with why Peter thought I was broke and desperate was solely based on my appearance from what I could tell.)
Something inside me snapped and I just started laughing he asked me what I thought was so funny.
I stood to my full height stepped to him like a drill sergeant about to give some wall to wall counseling and say you should re-consider your life choices and who you choose to go into business with.
Peter then says “What you gonna sue me or something? Go ahead if you think you can afford to what do you get from the VA like $1000 dollars a month I know how bad you need this job.”
That wasn’t my plan, but it kicked in my malicious compliance and since I will always be a solider to go to war.
That day I called a labor lawyer paid the 3k retainer and started my lawsuit for unsafe work environment, unpaid overtime, and minimum wage violations.
All while continuing to work for him.
It was glorious but still not enough.
It took about the 6 months of my probation for the lawyer to get off of the paperwork together and filed.
Slow rolling it on my request and this lawyer was a former marine so I think he had an idea of what I had in mind.
After everything was ready my lawyer filed the paperwork and Peter and Karen were served at the main store while I was at work.
They read the paperwork and the process server for my lawyer stuck around to be a witness to what I knew would be coming.
When they read that I was suing them Karen and Peter flipped.
Peter shouts, “I should kick your butt you ungrateful piece of ****!”
Karen screams, “You’re fired you jerk I bet you weren’t even really in the military!”
The process server recorded everything gave it to my lawyer who added to the lawsuit unlawful termination, because it is illegal to fire an employee because they are suing you.
The next day I opened up my lube shop car wash combo and started recruiting my former co-workers at higher pay plus commission.
They also wanted to jump in on the lawsuit and my lawyer was more than happy to add them to it.
So 2 years down the road after subpoenas to get security footage from the shops, the books going back five years, and sworn testimonies we go to a mediation.
They offer a measly 50k to split between the 15 of us on the lawsuit when that didn’t even cover the unpaid overtime.
We declined then our Apache came in to save the day.
It was sent by the IRS delivered to my lawyer because of request for the company’s tax documents.
Peter held each lube shop as it’s own individual llc each with its own tax id and employment record.
Peter and Karen thought it would be a smart move to file for a tax credit for employing a veteran at each of the 6 shops.
In their filing they claimed that they employed a veteran, me, as a full time employee working a minimum 36 hrs a week at rate of $12/hr.
(the government gives a tax break to companies that employ veterans)
This is a pretty big lawsuit.
At the next mediation my lawyer presented the reports to their lawyer and the mediator.
After a quick 20min discussion Peter and Karen came back and agreed to settle at our request of 400k in unpaid overtime to be split between 15 of us, all legal fees, and a personal settlement for the unlawful termination suit of 20k for each shop I was listed as an employee.
As well as unpaid wages for the six months I was only paid $5 an hour.
Their only demand was that we all agree to a gag order so that nothing would leave the mediators table.
Of course we signed and we took our paychecks.
But somehow their tax paperwork made its way to just the right person at the IRS and they decided to audit Peter and Karen.
And and investigation was opened on them for tax fraud.
I sold the shop I opened to the guys that came over and jumped in on the lawsuit they each paid me 8k and I washed my hands of it.
I put my house up for sale and moved away.
I did go back about 8 months later because the guy who was supposed to take care of the lawn had apparently been arrested.
The yard went a few months without being cut before the city informed me that they were going to fine me $100 a day until it was brought to code, so I went down to mow it myself.
While there I decided to check in with my realtor to see if there was anything we could do about yard maintenance and who do I see but little ol Sue sitting pretty at the front desk.
Sue couldn’t speak fast enough to tell me what all had happened and it was perfect.
What I thought was an Apache turned out to be an atom bomb.
Peter filed bankruptcy to try and not go broke after making a plea deal for probation for tax fraud and paying a ton in unpaid taxes Karen took off with some dude she met at a casino.
I asked Sue two questions if she knew who reported the fraudulent tax paperwork to the IRS and what happened with peters car collection.
She told me I have no idea and to check the parking behind the realtors office before leaving.
Too bad this guy didn’t get one of those cars.
On my way out I took a peek behind the realtors office to see a safety green sv-1 sitting there.
Apparently Peter started selling off his cars early and cheap hoping he would be able to buy them back after filing bankruptcy.
To this day I have no idea who, if anyone, actually turned in the paperwork to the IRS.
My personal theory is who ever was tasked with compiling it all with their claims noticed something strange and reported it.
How ever it happened it couldn’t have happened to anyone more deserving.
Wow, that is quite a story.
Glad to see he got what he deserved in the end.
Read on to see what the people in the comments have to say.
Good to know!
She would be the obvious one to do it.
I would never have stayed at that job.
That would be a great settlement.
This would make sense.
Finally the corrupt business owner gets what they deserve.
It was about time!
Thought that was satisfying? Check out what this employee did when their manager refused to pay for their time while they were traveling for business.
