deliveries on
time. If they don't, you two will have to remove
all that paper by yourselves. And there will be
no eating or sleeping until it is removed.
There was a short, thoughtful silence. Then he said, Dad, you have just worked a profound
change in my personality. Do it! Yes, sir!
By the following evening, there was much
for my wife to report. The bonus program had
worked until someone demanded to see the color of cash. Then some activist on the work force
business
no had workers the that claimed
settling for $5 and a few competitive bonuses
while the bossed collected hundreds of dollars
each. The organizer had declared that all the
workers were entitled to $5 per hour! They
would not work another minute until the bosses agreed. The strike lasted less than two hours. In
mediation, the parties agreed on $2 per hour.
Gradually, the huge stacks began to shrink.
As it turned out, the job was completed three hours before Sunday's 7 a.m. deadline. By
the time I arrived home, the boys had already
settled their accounts: $150 in labor costs, $40
for gasoline, and a like amount for gifts—boxes of candy for saintly
neighbors who had volunteered station wagons
and help in delivery and dozen roses for their
mother. This left them with $185 each — about
two-thirds the minimum wage for the 91 hours they worked. Still, it was enough, as one of
them put it, to enable them to avoid indignity for quite a while.
All went well for some weeks. Then one Saturday morning my attention was drawn to
the odd goings-on of our two youngest sons.
They kept carrying carton after carton from
various corners of the house out the front door
to curbside. I assumed their mother had enlisted
them to remove junk for a trash pickup. Then I
overheard them discussing
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