So i will apologise in advance, this story is second hand, it happened before i started working here. I will not apologise for being on my phone and thus having no idea how formatting will ultimately work out. I'm at work, deal with it.
So the owner of my company is like a mix of Lucille Bluth and the Fonz. Like: “how much could a banana cost, $10? Here's $50, go get me 3 bananas, you can have the change for gas.” Overall a very chill dude, if slightly out of touch. Sadly he is very old, and his son does not have the same level of chill. The day that creep takes over is the day i start taking interviews seriously. This is about him.
Background: at some point the company expanded slightly and began offering an auxiliary service related to our main product(textiles (we can put images directly on the material)), so it's a bit new and scary, requires new, big, expensive machines and nobody (save the 2 or 3 people who usually run the machines) really understand how they work. Some materials are so thin they need to be run along with some tissue paper to protect the machine. It takes a bit for the paper to even out before you can start the job proper, or it'll leave crease masks. It comes on a big roll. Anyway…
You can probably guess the rest, but to spell it out, owners son saw the machine running paper, but no job on it yet, and made a fuss to the operator about wasting material and how “that's my kid's college fund you're wasting!” Or something to that effect. I'm just a little sad it wasn't said to me, i would have just told him “must be nice to be able to afford one of them” before sitting back and hoping he asks which one. But alas, somebody must have said something to him and he tends to not say much when I'm around.
Oh. That paper. Is $0.19 per yard
Long live the old man!