Back in the day, I used to be a diesel and big rig mechanic. I started at this new shop, and it took me about 1 day to realize that the owner was an asshole with a serious temper. That wasn't bad enough, but being the new guy in the shop, I was made the on-call mech. On the third day I got a call at 3 AM to go fix a semi stalled on the highway. It was in Michigan, in the dead of winter, and about 15 degrees below zero, with cars whipping by me on the highway as I attempted to get this piece of shit big rig running. This semi had been so poorly maintained that as far as I was concerned it should be burned to the ground. Anyway, the next day after watching the owner throw a wrench across the shop because he busted a knuckle, I quit
