so i've been around cars for a few years, currently have an internship at a chevrolet dealership, and am going to school for auto tech. i have a little practical experience and a basic set of hand tools. i'm also only 20 years old. i am, in most respects, a noob when it comes to really turning a wrench. i know more than average people do about cars, but the only thing that really sets me apart is that i have the drive to figure out how to work on them and get a certain job done. ever since i've decided that this was the path i was taking, i've been told that it's a mistake, i won't make any money at it, that the grand prix project is stupid and a waste of money, i should be doing something more "important", etc. that attitude really changes when somebody needs a f*cking technician. like my parents, who have said nothing good about my life choices since junior year of high school. b!tched and moaned and complained and screamed until i finally did the brakes on my dad's truck. i let it go, because i owe them money for helping me with my down payment on my car. so they basically paid me $100. works for me, even though that job at a dealership is a lot more. not to mention they brought me the wrong parts three times. so then my mom's car had a bad vibration in the brakes. the fronts were fine, had half a pad left, but the shoes on the back were worn. my dad told me i was wrong, incorrectly assuming that the top of the shoe would wear the same as the bottom part. so i told him to take it somewhere else. he did, and of course got f*cked. the shop said it had a bad brake line... wtf does that mean? i told him that the shop would put the parts that they sold him on, flip the shoes around, and turn the drums. that's exactly what they did, and charged him $400. and it was my fault because i didn't wanna mess with drum brakes. and then tonight, i do a complete stereo and subwoofer install for free, after getting wrong part after wrong part after not getting parts at all, and the guy has the balls to say the head unit mount looked like sh!t? i told him he bought the wrong one and there's nothing i could do for him, and politely tell him to take himself and his sh!tty ass music elsewhere before he woke up my entire neighborhood. he's lucky i don't do something retarded like wire his horn to his brake lights after that. bastards.
TL;DR - mechanic does good for people after being disrespected, and then gets disrespected.