I had one VERY strange job, that I probably shouldn't publicly talk about...but it's all over now I think, so it should be alright. I'm not using names though.
A friend of mine got me into an art gallery kind of place. I thought it was just selling paintings in the store, but it turned out it was selling them door to door to businesses. The weird part was that it was run by two unusual guys from the east coast. After I got the job, my friend told me a story that the guy I was working for was the grandson of an infamous mobster. I can't remember which one, but supposedly a very famous one that is depicted in the movies and such.
Now I wasn't inclined to believe that just from a story, however some strange things did occur in the short time that I worked there. One of the first days when I was in training, I tailed along with one of the main guys. I was helping him load up paintings into his van before we headed off. Some smaller paintings were sitting awkwardly and I was afraid they were going to fall over and get damaged, so I moved them. There was a little black book underneath that was causing them not to sit right. So I took the book out. This guy quickly grabbed the book from me and hid it in the front of the van. When I climbed into the passenger seat, he says "That's a very interesting book, we don't want that falling into the wrong hands. Maybe someday they'll let you read it.". Of course I found that very odd.
Then as the week progressed, I noticed that my boss had two offices. One was his regular office, and the door was always open. He had a phone in there and did all of his work from his main office. However, there was the second office. This office was always kept locked. I saw him go in there one morning and all there was in there, was a desk and a second phone on a separate line. Why did he keep it locked? He would go in there every morning, shut the door behind him and check the messages on the machine. Then he would come out and lock the door for the rest of the day. VERY strange.
Now I only worked there for one week, but I saw enough to know that something "wasn't right". I only stayed the whole week because I promised my friend that worked there that I would do the county fair with him over the weekend (which we made out like bandits on). Anyway, shortly after I left, I heard that my ex boss was looking for my friend. Apparently he had stolen a bunch of paintings and my ex boss reportedly said to my friends girlfriend "He's in big trouble. He doesn't know who he's messed with".
The story gets stranger. Shortly after all of this, I hear through the grape vine that the art store had been shut down and my ex boss was put in jail. I don't know the details, but what I had put together in my mind was that the art store must have been a front for laundering money. That's the only way I could think of to explain all of the unusual stuff that occurred.
It's been over a decade, and NOBODY has heard from my friend. He all but disappeared. Not even his brother or family has heard from him. Because of the bizarre nature of all this, and the strange timing, the general thought is that he must have worked with the cops to bring the art store down and is now in protective custody. Nobody really knows for sure though. He literally vanished.
I'm not ashamed to admit that I checked under my car for bombs for a few weeks after quitting that place. I still to this day wonder what really happened and where my friend is.
How's that for an odd job? At least I didn't end up sleeping with the fishes eh.
my others friends can't, anyway I needed more than 5 stabs while the workers just need 1 or 2. Finally we get a truck filled with palms and get to the palmetto factory, there we saw how to produce and in the end I received 2 palmetto pots...
, the weirdest thing that happened to me was a rather rapid change of plans....
