A hack is someone who does NOT run a legitimate business. It's not secret.How exactly can one be a "hack" at removing all debris from a gutter? It's either clean, or it's not. I have easy clean toppers, so there's very little to actually do. FWIW, I clean my own gutters, because the going rate average of $225 for two hours or less from a bonded company is thoroughly ridiculous. And their workers still only make barely above minimum, with no benefits.
I'm not soft on illegals at all. But I do support the right of individuals who are not native to come into this country legally to work. Our natives are not doing, and don't want to do, the jobs. And without the migrant workers in the case of farming, we have no food. Of course, we could just import more from Chile, and then no Americans get paid.
Shorthand stories that lack chronology rarely do make sense. Before I started working, yeah, there were many nights where dinner was mac and cheese. Other popular dinners were a half pound of chopmeat, a box of elbow macaroni, and a can of tomato sauce. On the rare occasion that we had "steak", it was chuck.
My parents worked two jobs to save when the neighborhood started going from worse to worst. When the father down the street killed his daughter, that was the last straw and both of my parents really buckled down to save for a house. When I did start working, 75% went to the household, 25% to me. I grew a 60 paper route to 120 papers and was making $120/week with tips. I kept $30 of that and saved until I could afford a Vic20, which was, iirc, $300 at the time. With the monitor and such I think I was up to $450-500.
Then my parents ran into trouble making the mortgage about three years later and I started working hauling the rotting produce, when I got working papers and could get a "real job" to pitch in more.
At 17, I was working full time, year round. At 18 I started saving for college and pocketed 50% and kicked in 50%. By this time, both of my parents had moved up in their respective companies and no longer needed to funds, but it was practice for real life. My parents and younger brothers were pretty set when I was in my early twenties and I moved out, worked, went to school.
Anything else that "doesn't make sense", just ask instead of trying to insinuate that I'm lying.
I actually understand business very well, it's part of what we do, ledger, inventory, sales, AR, AP, purchasing, manufacturing, warehousing, full service ERP. I just don't want the headaches of running one. The company has been in business for 35 years and I've been there for almost 20. They hired me to bring them out of the DOS dark ages.
NO ONE can run a legitimate business cleaning your gutter for 40 or 75 dollars. I have never seen a minimum service charge for a legitimate service business be LESS than $100.00. Gas and time, as well just your daily expenses are too high to be doing anything for $40.
You might be upset at his prices, but seriously, you don't know anything about actually running a profitable business. I own a service business, and I don't work for less than $100.00 an hour. I'm pretty busy, and others charge more than me. I only offer window cleaning, but many others in the industry offer gutters and power washing as well. Window cleaning is the lower end of the charge scale. Gutters and power washing pay more.
You think a guy is making a mint at those prices, but we really are not. Supplies cost money, liability insurance is expensive, so is everything else we have to pay for, JUST to be IN business. It doesn't matter if the business is home based, or you have a storefront location. It all costs a lot of money, to run a business. The only ones who really KNOW the costs of running a business, are those that own it. YOU have a job. There is a world of difference between a job and owning the business.
As far as your childhood, doesn't matter to me. We all have a sob story. I grew up poor too. It may have contributed to my drive to be who I am, and where I have taken myself, but it's never been an excuse for me. None of us are special. I don't feel sorry for those who illegally jump the boarder.