In 2009, I worked as a leather crafter at Sub-shop.com, or as advertised in my town: Autumn & Company.
This was the gnarliest job you'd ever want to work for $9 an hour.
The first lady you see on that site is Autumn, she and her crazy ass husband "her master" started this company in their basement and business boomed. They became the #1 provider of American made BDSM gear.
The owners were crazy fucked people. The husband held her by the wrist, instead of holding hands. They believed in keeping a bag of gems in every corner of the room to ward off bad spirits. If your family had bereavement, Autumn would approach you not one week later to tell you about her conversation with your recently departed loved one.
Every week, someone got fired for something. A lot of dudes were fired for theft and lots of girls were employed and fired for having "bad auras."
Every week, they'd fire the current "supervisor" for not pulling his weight and then elect whoever was left of the pool to become the new supervisor.
You'd have the awesome job of telling all your friends what to do while they hated your new-given powers, and at the end of the week, you probably lost your job.
Where I worked was actually really sick: a room full of 10 or so people, most skated, and we all shot the bullshit while making ball gags or sex masks or whatever your level of leather crafting allowed. "dildo" "butt plug" "pussy spreader bar" and "tit twisting clamps" were daily vocabulary words.
Every day, we had a lot of fun until the owners Mercades SUVs could be seen pulling into gated complex, then everyone walked on egg shells.
When the owners came in, they would bring "snacks" which were the expired food that remained in the pantry for their 7 (no joke) adopted kids.
I remember seeing rotten green twinkies and Dr. Peppers advertising SPIDERMAN, even though SPIDERMAN 4 was in theatres at the time.
Once you were hired, you could be doing anything: laundry/shopping at the owners personal homes, painting, landscaping, moving, installing. They hired felons and it was crazy seeing all these people bend over backwards to keep their $9 an hour job.
I actually worked with a girl who got a call on Christmas to come supervise the 7 kids because the owners had too many gifts to exchange with one another and didn't have time to watch their own adopted kids open their christmas gifts.
One time, we were playing "The Ballad of Chasey Lain" - Bloodhound Gang and Autumn came in the room and started talking to us (she had never talked to us before) and said "I LOVE JIMMY POP...I'D TOTALLY FUCK HIM FOR BLOW" which is a joke alluding to the end of that song.
Apparently we didn't laugh as hard as she expected, she walked out, 4 minutes later, her MASTER husband came in and fired the whole room. "We just need people with better energy" was the reason.
Now I own my own house and other shit and command a larger wage, but I swear if I see either of those people: I'd have to think thru the murderous rage in order to survive.