love/hate relationships
ok, so lately, so much in my life can be compared to a love/hate relationship. i love my new job, i hate the fact that i am not getting paid for it. i love my new job, i hate the fact that i can't do it every day. i love my new job, i hate the fact that we sometimes get asshole customers. case in point, because this guy should really, really be struck by a falling meteor...
yesterday afternoon, a guy comes into the shop. wait, strike that. he's standing on the porch talking on his cell phone half an hour before we open. i already don't like him, and i am usually not that way with people. the lights in the shop are all off, we don't open for 30 minutes, the sign says closed, and he walks in anyway. so apparently the guy had been in the day before and talked to bossman about some lettering. we work up the lettering for him, get ready to stencil and put it on, and he decides he wants to add to the tat. a swastika. bossman says no way. he did NOT want to do the swastika, and i didn't want to have to draw it. argumet ensues. Icky Man: why do you have the flash on the wall if you're not gonna do the piece" Bossman: because that's not the only pic on that page. Icky Man: Still, if you're not willing to do the piece, you shouldn't have it up. i could call the BBB for false advertising. long and short of it, bossman caved. we need the business, he needs the money, i need the drawing time. he agreed to do the tat, but only if the man would come back after our regular hours to have it done, so as not to offend any of our other customers. that's actually a fair solution, so icky man agrees. i get to spend an hour drawing that nasty shit for the fucktard. my one small triumph in this is that bossman has the other apprentice draw it too, he wanted 2 different versions for icky man to choose from. icky man comes back after closing and chooses my drawing. he then says the person that brought him doesn't want to wait around for him to get tattoo'd, and he'll need to run and pick up his truck quickly and come back. Icky Man: 10 minutes, tops. Bossman: ok, but i've got another appointment at 11, you'll have to make it quick. Icky Man: sure thing, dude. i need this tat tonight, i'm going out of town in the morning. The time was 10:05 pm. 10:50, the 11:00 appointment comes. still no Icky Man. 11:45, appointment tat done. no Icky Man. 12:10, lights out, doors locked, we go home! 2 am, cell phone rings. IT'S ICKY MAN! he spends the next 10 minutes bitching me out because we closed and didn't do his tattoo. i got so upset, i called him a fucktard on the phone and told him i hoped he never came back, and i would personally not be offended if he got run over by a steamroller. i call bossman in tears. i told him i just cussed out one of the customers and please don't fire me, i love my job. apparently icky man called him first, then decided he wasn't done venting, so he called me, too (my cell number is on the aftercare cards we give with piercings, i can only assume this is where he got it). bossman assures me my job is safe, that he is proud of me for drawing the tat even though i didn't want to, and that i was getting a raise, twice wat i make now. hehehe, i'm an apprentice, i don't get paid, so w00t, double nothing!
ok, done ranting, i just had to spill. thanks for listening!
yesterday afternoon, a guy comes into the shop. wait, strike that. he's standing on the porch talking on his cell phone half an hour before we open. i already don't like him, and i am usually not that way with people. the lights in the shop are all off, we don't open for 30 minutes, the sign says closed, and he walks in anyway. so apparently the guy had been in the day before and talked to bossman about some lettering. we work up the lettering for him, get ready to stencil and put it on, and he decides he wants to add to the tat. a swastika. bossman says no way. he did NOT want to do the swastika, and i didn't want to have to draw it. argumet ensues. Icky Man: why do you have the flash on the wall if you're not gonna do the piece" Bossman: because that's not the only pic on that page. Icky Man: Still, if you're not willing to do the piece, you shouldn't have it up. i could call the BBB for false advertising. long and short of it, bossman caved. we need the business, he needs the money, i need the drawing time. he agreed to do the tat, but only if the man would come back after our regular hours to have it done, so as not to offend any of our other customers. that's actually a fair solution, so icky man agrees. i get to spend an hour drawing that nasty shit for the fucktard. my one small triumph in this is that bossman has the other apprentice draw it too, he wanted 2 different versions for icky man to choose from. icky man comes back after closing and chooses my drawing. he then says the person that brought him doesn't want to wait around for him to get tattoo'd, and he'll need to run and pick up his truck quickly and come back. Icky Man: 10 minutes, tops. Bossman: ok, but i've got another appointment at 11, you'll have to make it quick. Icky Man: sure thing, dude. i need this tat tonight, i'm going out of town in the morning. The time was 10:05 pm. 10:50, the 11:00 appointment comes. still no Icky Man. 11:45, appointment tat done. no Icky Man. 12:10, lights out, doors locked, we go home! 2 am, cell phone rings. IT'S ICKY MAN! he spends the next 10 minutes bitching me out because we closed and didn't do his tattoo. i got so upset, i called him a fucktard on the phone and told him i hoped he never came back, and i would personally not be offended if he got run over by a steamroller. i call bossman in tears. i told him i just cussed out one of the customers and please don't fire me, i love my job. apparently icky man called him first, then decided he wasn't done venting, so he called me, too (my cell number is on the aftercare cards we give with piercings, i can only assume this is where he got it). bossman assures me my job is safe, that he is proud of me for drawing the tat even though i didn't want to, and that i was getting a raise, twice wat i make now. hehehe, i'm an apprentice, i don't get paid, so w00t, double nothing!
ok, done ranting, i just had to spill. thanks for listening!