I was doing a lot of work for a designer/builder. i knew he had a rep for slow pay, but his houses were very interesting and the foundations were always very complicated. where most jobs, i could set up batterboards and lines (This was long before laser levels and GPS) in a couple of hours. for some of his houses with crazy angles and odd levels, it would take us a couple of days before I could start even doing footing forms. On one particular job, the house was to fairly cling to the side hill. There were a dozen or so corners and footings were at something like 29 levels with a 15 foot rise from the lowest footing to the top of the cement block wall that ended up about a foot above the high grade. The carpenters on the job suggested i get a surveyor to lay out the footings and walls, but i was stubborn. When I had finished the foundation, the top was dead on the money. The builder checked levels and no corner was more than 1/8" out of level with the others and the walls were exact within 1/2" on any of the diagonals. I was quite proud. The carpenters did not have to shm anywhere. the sills came within the edge of the foundation with no overhang anywhere, or no foundation extending beyond the wood. the fireplaces were simple structures with nothing unusual other than i had to get jack hammer to break out level areas for the footings with lots of iron reinforcement and anchor pins into the ledge.
I had to fight with the builder for my money at every step of the way. i think it had become a game between the two of us. i always came up with some unusual antic to get him to pay, but i always, in the end, did get my money. On the job described, the owners threw a roof party for all who had a part in the construction. The builder let everybody else know about the event but me. I had been pestering him for several days for my next contracted payment and he kept promising with no delivery. I had found out about the party and showed up with a bottle of wine for the owners. They were happy with my work, but did not know of the relationship between me and the builder.
By the time we had all had a few drinks, probably more than we should have, the builder brought out checks for all of his crew (Payday. You DO NOT mess around with payroll), along with payments to all of the subs. But----- none for me. I said nothing. a couple of the carpenters asked me what was going on , but i did not let on or bad mouth him in any way. About the time the party was breaking up, i learned the builder was taking the owners to Charlie's Place for more drinks. Ah Ha! by the time the three of them got to charlie's Place, i had a table all lined up for >>>for the four of us with drinks already set up. we had some lively chats over drinks until the builder suggested the three of then go to "Tony's place." Once again, i already had a table lined up for ... you guessed it.... four.... with drinks already lined up. By the time we finished those drinks, everybody was at, or beyond their limits and as we headed for the door, i asked the builder, "what am i going to have to do, go to bed with you?" By that time, the owners realized something was going on between the builder and me. they said their good byes and i told the builder i was sticking with him until he came across with my payment.
He promised he would have a check for me at 8:00 in the morning (a Saturday) and i could pick it up. By the time 8 o'clock in the morning rolled around, I had already been waiting in his driveway for nearly an hour. I was parked around a corner so he did not see me as he and his two kids got into his car and started to drive out. AND, there I was, cross wise in his driveway. "I'm late. will you please move so i can get by."
"Where's my check?"
"Look, I'm on my way to yankee Stadium with my boys. I'll pay you tomorrow."
"Sorryyyy. My truck just will not move."
I got my money. I did his work for another couple of years until he packed it in and moved to Maine. He had bought a wooded lot that was sold to him as 30 acres. After he bought it, he decided to build cabins and sell them on one acre lots. He had it surveyed and discovered there were, as the story was told to me, 300 acres. About ten years later he moved back around here, but he passed away soon after. Even tho i always had hassles with him, I did like the man and I can not ever say he actually gypped me out of any of my pay. we just always had to spar with each other. And, his jobs were always an interesting mechanical and design challenge from layout til finished product. And i ended up with a ton of stories to tell :

Tinker