so yeah, ima move to texas,
me and my gal, going where the road takes us type shit, packing boxes, dealing with agents, throwing out,giving, and getting tax deductions, grown man type shit.
in the midst of this, there is the issue of leaving my place of employment, giving notice as it were.
so ive been there about five years now, the bossman is touch and go, weve had our moments, but all around, hes sorta old school, and a bit of a dick, but i keep it shut, and put it in that deep dark place where i keep the memories of wetting the bed when i was a kid.
so yeah notice,
i give my notice,
hey man, my lease is up, the lady and i are headed to texas, blah blah, ill put out ads, break someone new in, do all i can to keep your sammich filled with jam, you know, good guy type shits.
surprisingly the reaction i got was pretty good, bossman says hell really miss me and he hates to see me go, he wishes me the best etc etc. so all is good right?
well maybe not, that was tuesday, i worked ,made dollars, life was good, a big relief in fact. i worked wed, made some dollars, life was good,
so here comes today,
i wake up early to take the lady to a dentist appointment (my dentist is the dopest by the way) (she lets me pay when i can, and sees me when i want, like even kick out dudes that dont butter the buns right, just to get me in)
on the way back from the dentist, before i head to work, i gets a call, its the bossman, he starts off with the word motherfucker,
yells a bit, and tells me not to come in, ever, then he yells a bit more, now keep in mind, this whole time, im being completely rational, asking why? not raising my voice, being polite, as he insults me,
also keep in mind, ive never done anything to this man, never took from him, i simply worked, brought an assload of business into the shop, and then gave notice that i was moving on to what i think is a better life for me, and my lady.
so i ask if i can come pick up my gear...
easy enough right?
he tells me to get the fuck off his back, that this is his shop, and everything in it is his. then he says hell box it up, and i can call him tomorrow to pick it up. then even after that he says that hell box it up and do what he wants with it because its in his shop, and anything in his shop is his, right motherfucker?
so yeah, i called my other duder that works there to try to get him to talk sense into the bossman, he calls, bossman tells him to keep his nose out of it, and all that shit is his.
other duder also tells me straight out that theres no way hes giving it back.
now ive seen this happen to guys before. a boss gets pissed, and takes their shit, kicking them the fuck out, usually though its a guy that scumbags the boss, steals,lies,drug addict type shit, you know.
yeah, i qualify for none of the above.
and my shit is took.
calling the cops does no good, the cops go to the shop, the boss says the gear is the shops and i only use it while im there, there is simply no recourse.
so yeah today i took the deepest dry dicking ive ever had.
so much for faith in humanity
im out approx
40 clamps
40 tubes
boxes of needles
20 bottles of ink
a power supply and cords
a whole fuckstock of jewelry and everything that goes along with it
my sketchbooks
and just about anything else that goes with a tattoo/piercing bench.
luckily i bring home my machines every night.
so yeah im supposed to be moving to a new city, im already selling off everything i own on ebay to raise money, and now im supposed to find work with no gear
greatest scene ever
i really have no clue why im writing this,
suggestions maybe?
maybe my pussy just hurts,
what do i do,
start one of those, "im poor and my pussy hurts" paypal things like everyone else does on here?
call some po po that will do nothing but prolly hassle me,
break osme windows
start digging a hole to the center of the earth to unleash the gummi demons and bring forth the wrath of gelatin upon his head.
ugh
no clue,
ima start digging
oh yeah, also, i saw this today....
apparently the driver just got out, grabbed a bag, and took off on foot.
nice park job
me and my gal, going where the road takes us type shit, packing boxes, dealing with agents, throwing out,giving, and getting tax deductions, grown man type shit.
in the midst of this, there is the issue of leaving my place of employment, giving notice as it were.
so ive been there about five years now, the bossman is touch and go, weve had our moments, but all around, hes sorta old school, and a bit of a dick, but i keep it shut, and put it in that deep dark place where i keep the memories of wetting the bed when i was a kid.
so yeah notice,
i give my notice,
hey man, my lease is up, the lady and i are headed to texas, blah blah, ill put out ads, break someone new in, do all i can to keep your sammich filled with jam, you know, good guy type shits.
surprisingly the reaction i got was pretty good, bossman says hell really miss me and he hates to see me go, he wishes me the best etc etc. so all is good right?
well maybe not, that was tuesday, i worked ,made dollars, life was good, a big relief in fact. i worked wed, made some dollars, life was good,
so here comes today,
i wake up early to take the lady to a dentist appointment (my dentist is the dopest by the way) (she lets me pay when i can, and sees me when i want, like even kick out dudes that dont butter the buns right, just to get me in)
on the way back from the dentist, before i head to work, i gets a call, its the bossman, he starts off with the word motherfucker,
yells a bit, and tells me not to come in, ever, then he yells a bit more, now keep in mind, this whole time, im being completely rational, asking why? not raising my voice, being polite, as he insults me,
also keep in mind, ive never done anything to this man, never took from him, i simply worked, brought an assload of business into the shop, and then gave notice that i was moving on to what i think is a better life for me, and my lady.
so i ask if i can come pick up my gear...
easy enough right?
he tells me to get the fuck off his back, that this is his shop, and everything in it is his. then he says hell box it up, and i can call him tomorrow to pick it up. then even after that he says that hell box it up and do what he wants with it because its in his shop, and anything in his shop is his, right motherfucker?
so yeah, i called my other duder that works there to try to get him to talk sense into the bossman, he calls, bossman tells him to keep his nose out of it, and all that shit is his.
other duder also tells me straight out that theres no way hes giving it back.
now ive seen this happen to guys before. a boss gets pissed, and takes their shit, kicking them the fuck out, usually though its a guy that scumbags the boss, steals,lies,drug addict type shit, you know.
yeah, i qualify for none of the above.
and my shit is took.
calling the cops does no good, the cops go to the shop, the boss says the gear is the shops and i only use it while im there, there is simply no recourse.
so yeah today i took the deepest dry dicking ive ever had.
so much for faith in humanity
im out approx
40 clamps
40 tubes
boxes of needles
20 bottles of ink
a power supply and cords
a whole fuckstock of jewelry and everything that goes along with it
my sketchbooks
and just about anything else that goes with a tattoo/piercing bench.
luckily i bring home my machines every night.
so yeah im supposed to be moving to a new city, im already selling off everything i own on ebay to raise money, and now im supposed to find work with no gear
greatest scene ever
i really have no clue why im writing this,
suggestions maybe?
maybe my pussy just hurts,
what do i do,
start one of those, "im poor and my pussy hurts" paypal things like everyone else does on here?
call some po po that will do nothing but prolly hassle me,
break osme windows
start digging a hole to the center of the earth to unleash the gummi demons and bring forth the wrath of gelatin upon his head.
ugh
no clue,
ima start digging
oh yeah, also, i saw this today....
apparently the driver just got out, grabbed a bag, and took off on foot.
nice park job
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jonnytrrrash7:
Texas, i was born there. i wish you the best of luck, especially in light of this disturbing development.
gadget:
Karma bees a bitch like that, just saying.