So, I’ve been a dealership mechanic my whole adult life. Two years ago I moved back home from another state and took a chance on what I’ve always wanted to do and got a job at a custom car shop with my friends (father and two sons) who owned it. I moved in with my parents, I went into debt helping them grow it. We got tons of offers for tv shows and are in the process of being bought out by a big name in the community. You’d think that’s awesome right?…nope, I got fired in June because after two years of the dad bullying me because he was mad I quit the dealership he owned to move to another state 9 YEARS AGO, I snapped and cussed him out and he fired me for disrespecting him. My parents forced me to apply for a job as a towboat mechanic solely because it’s hourly vs. dealership’s flat rate pay and they don’t think I can pay my bills without a guaranteed check and want me out of the house despite asking me to buy them new cars and shit when the custom shop got the tv show and I would’ve been paid $20k per episode as told to me by the agent working the deal with discovery channel. So after two months of turning down dealership jobs from people I knew that worked at them and my background checks, physical, and drug tests passed (had to quit smoking weed despite living in a recreational legal state, my parents telling me to just drink beer it’s the same despite being a borderline alcoholic in my 20’s and being California sober probably kept me from tipping over the edge) I had my first day today. I spent 10 hours in a 110° engine room not having a clue what to do because I started in the middle of overhauling 3 massive propulsion engines with no knowledge of how they even work, I got heat exhaustion (lips tingling, dizzy, pounding headache, stopped sweating, got cold), finally 4 o’clock roles around and I can go home. I get home and my mom says “how was your day?” I said “it was the worst day of my life.” She flips out and tells me how ungrateful I am for not appreciating my brother getting me the job (that I didn’t want in the first place) and I’m just going to be a mooch and live with them forever if I don’t stay at this job and stormed out of the room. I haven’t been paid in two months because of going through all these checks when I could’ve been working the day after I got fired and this place pays twice monthly so I have to work until August 15th to get my first check…oh and also I go told we have mandatory overtime this weekend Saturday and Sunday so I have to do this job two weeks straight before I get a day off... I. Want. To. Die.