Why I Would Rather Work for Poor People Than The Arrogant Rich.
A Short Thread.
In Sept of 2017, I was working for a man whom I had done many jobs for over the years. I wouldn't go so far as to say we were "friends", but we were certainly on good terms, he knew me and my work

well, and had requested me personally for many of these jobs. On this day in Sept, I fell off a 4' ladder (my own ladder), onto a floor where I had just taken up a toilet and asbestos flooring, and I shattered my talus bone and had a compound fracture of my ankle. The paramedics

told me it was a good thing my employee and a coworker didn't let me bully them in to putting me in the truck and driving me to the hospital, because my foot was only hanging on by tissue at this point. This was the beginning of a 15 month period of my life where I had 8

surgeries, such awful infections that I had a PICC line and had to report to the hospital every day for 12 weeks to receive the highest doses of antibiotics you can get, being told my foot would have to be amputated, I spent Christmas and New Years in the hospital, and finally

I found the Dr who saved my foot. This was wonderful, but I was put in a fixator, with 6 bolts screwed into my tibia and 50 something pins also inserted. They removed my shattered talus bone, and had to break both bones in my lower leg bc now I was 2" shorter on my right side.

So every single day, the bone would start growing back together. And every single day, I had to turn the screws to rebreak it and stretch it further. I wore this for 8 months. It was a long recovery. I went back to work in Dec of 2018, but have missed many days due to pain.

I say all of this to tell you this - that man I was working for, that man that knew me for years and years, never once picked up the phone to check on me. Neither he nor his wife. Please understand, it was my job, my ladder, my fall. It was NO ONE'S fault. I didn't expect a

dime from them. But I never got a "Are you ok?", nothing. My total medical bills were almost a million dollars by the time I was finished. I didn't want any payment, I had family and friends to help me thru. But can you imagine not even calling to say, "omg, are you ok?"

When I went back to work that Dec, my dad had taken over running my business and they were actually working for the same guy. Building a half million dollar addition to his home. Boy you should have seen their faces the first day I showed up. Well we finished that job and went

straight to another job for them. They bought a lake house with a smaller lake house. We renovated the smaller house, did a lot of repairs on the big house, and some of you might remember the giant series of decks I posted that we worked on for him all Spring. Not just any decks

either, decks made of IPE. An expensive Brazilian wood. I've no idea of the total cost but I know the materials were close to 100,000. At the same time, they began construction on a "kitchen" area beside the lake. Huge stone fireplace, stained, stamped concrete floors, it is

both bigger and way nicer than my home. Construction on it has been slow due to various reasons, but it finally became ready for our part. I busted my tail down there for several days before realizing I was sick and tested positive for Covid 19. My son also has it. Our crew

consists of me, my father, my husband, and my son. All of us had to be quarantined for 2 weeks. I've been very sick. Several times, I probably should have went to the hospital, but I'm contrary. To end this "short" thread, the man is pissed bc we were sick and quarantined,

and is now looking for someone else to finish the job. After all we have done for him, (we have went ABOVE and BEYOND) the nights my father spent designing the intricate beam work, the special rails he wanted me to do bc I did the ones on his house, not to mention the crippled

girl (me) had to climb up and down a hill many times a day that I have to put my truck in 4wd to get out of. In this business, it's about loyalty. It's about finding good people and holding on to them. This man and his wife truly think their money makes them better than all

of us who labored so diligently to give them the beautiful jobs we've done that people all around the lake are talking about. Fuck the rich, man. It's the poor people I want to work for. The people who are glad to have you. Who praise your abilities to others, word of mouth is

the best advertisement. They are the ones waiting with a check when your done, not "oh, I'm heading to Greece for a month, I'll pay you when I get back." And usually it's the poor people who offer you a drink, or a sandwich or try to slip an extra 20 they can't afford in your

paycheck. They're the ones that I leave my job feeling satisfied that I have helped someone by doing something they couldn't and they've shown me appreciation for a job well done. Them's my people.