I was making them and all kinds of stripping down wires and use the blow
torch to solder them phlanges, different things like that—making brake
lanterns to go on them golf cars and things like that. Me and another
fellow was furnishing them cars in all these golf places like
California, Arizona and Texas. They give us so much work, we couldn't
keep up. Meantime, they wanted the cars over there serviced first. So he
come to me one day, and he says, "You all have to work a little faster."
I was doing good work. I had everything there; I was not losing a
minute. Course now, they give us a fifteen minute break every morning
and afternoon too. But I'd be a-back on the job working; I never did go
off nowhere. He said, "You all'll have to do more work," he told me. I
said, "I'm working past some of the work. I'm ready to quit now." He
said, "No, I don't want you to do that." I says, "Well, I just got two
more weeks to work. I done put in for my social security." He said,
"Don't do that." I said, "I done done it." He said, "You can go over
there and tell them." He come back and talked nice to me—little old
straw boss. He was pushing the help. It wasn't necessary for him to do
it because everybody was doing a good job, like I was saying. They had a
card. You had to fill in on this card how much work you done on this
job, and you had to put how many hours you worked on it. All that there
was turned in end of the day; end of the day you dropped it in a little
box. So they took care of that card know how much work you was doing.
That was
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I done put in for my social security and after two weeks, I quit. But
the big boss come around and told me they'd like for me to withdraw my
social security. I wouldn't; [unknown] I hadn't drawed a
check. I told him, he said, "Well, I owe you two weeks vacation pay." I
said, "I'll tell you, I'll come back and work maybe some extra." I did
the next year. They wanted to keep coming back by then. They push you
too much, want you to do too much work. You was working, doing all you
could, but they want you to do more—you can't do it. I was working just
as fast as I could use my hands and fingers, and getting around on my
feet too. I told him, I said, "No, I don't need the money that bad."
There's another man there, he was from Cuba—he's a old man. He was about
seventy some then. That's a good while—he probably died. He got sick,
they called me to come over there to run his job. They offered to pay me
big money. I said, "Well, I'm drawing my social security. I couldn't do
that." This young man says—he's one of the big bosses, wasn't the
biggest but next to it—"I'll tell you what I'll do. They not going to
check. I'll just pay you cash, and they won't know nothing about
it."