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The saying "First impressions are lasting impressions" has proven to be completely false to me. What I've noticed is most people have a face they show you until you spend a couple months day in and day out with them. It's rare to find a person that is what they were when you met them. At least when it comes to a job. The guys that owned the shop I just quit at first seemed like nice, funny, proffesional guys. One is from New York, one is from Jersey. Me being from Michigan, now living in Savannah, they were a breath of fresh air, becasue my old boss was a redneck. Turns out, they're a couple of pretentious artsy fairies with astronomical egoes, who, without their talent, would just be a couple of computer nerds. You should see the one from New York, Johnny. I've never met anybody in love with their own voice before. Every time this guy talks, you'd think that he thought he was being interviewed on national television. And as fat as he is, he still ain't got enough ass to back up his big New York mouth. Long story short, he talked to me in a very disrespectful and unproffesional manner in front of a customer. I have too much patience, and this was the third time he's done such a thing. I waited until the customer left, and tried to address the issue, and he snapped off with some pompous New York smart ass rant. So then he said fuck you, I said fuck you, packed my shit and left. The other guy, Matt, got all butt-hurt when I made fun of him a few days before, in a totally joking manner. I mean, we're fucking tattoo artists, you gotta be able to take some ball busting. Funny thing is, I said the exact same thing he said to me on many occasions, but suddenly it wasn't cool when I said it. Being the passive agressive little nerd he is, he waited until me and Johnny were at it to try to pipe up. He's lucky I didn't smack his glasses off his face. He's a pathetic little heap of nothing. I'd open hand smack him and it would probably drop his ass. I can only imagine all the shit they're talking, what they would have done, what they're gonna do, blah blah blah. Truth is, when they see me in the street, they'll just walk right on by and not even make eye contact, probably right after talking about how they'll do this that or the other. I got a surprise for those fuckers if they so much as give me the wrong look. I left a high paying job to go sit in their just-opened shop, where my pay was slashed by two thirds. Nice way to treat somebody, especially after I brought them a few custom clients that they now tattoo all the time. Not stupid off-the-wall shit either. Big, custom shit. Shit that gets them noticed when it's walking around town. Whatever, those assholes can suck each other off. Thanks for listening, guys.
The saying "First impressions are lasting impressions" has proven to be completely false to me. What I've noticed is most people have a face they show you until you spend a couple months day in and day out with them. It's rare to find a person that is what they were when you met them. At least when it comes to a job. The guys that owned the shop I just quit at first seemed like nice, funny, proffesional guys. One is from New York, one is from Jersey. Me being from Michigan, now living in Savannah, they were a breath of fresh air, becasue my old boss was a redneck. Turns out, they're a couple of pretentious artsy fairies with astronomical egoes, who, without their talent, would just be a couple of computer nerds. You should see the one from New York, Johnny. I've never met anybody in love with their own voice before. Every time this guy talks, you'd think that he thought he was being interviewed on national television. And as fat as he is, he still ain't got enough ass to back up his big New York mouth. Long story short, he talked to me in a very disrespectful and unproffesional manner in front of a customer. I have too much patience, and this was the third time he's done such a thing. I waited until the customer left, and tried to address the issue, and he snapped off with some pompous New York smart ass rant. So then he said fuck you, I said fuck you, packed my shit and left. The other guy, Matt, got all butt-hurt when I made fun of him a few days before, in a totally joking manner. I mean, we're fucking tattoo artists, you gotta be able to take some ball busting. Funny thing is, I said the exact same thing he said to me on many occasions, but suddenly it wasn't cool when I said it. Being the passive agressive little nerd he is, he waited until me and Johnny were at it to try to pipe up. He's lucky I didn't smack his glasses off his face. He's a pathetic little heap of nothing. I'd open hand smack him and it would probably drop his ass. I can only imagine all the shit they're talking, what they would have done, what they're gonna do, blah blah blah. Truth is, when they see me in the street, they'll just walk right on by and not even make eye contact, probably right after talking about how they'll do this that or the other. I got a surprise for those fuckers if they so much as give me the wrong look. I left a high paying job to go sit in their just-opened shop, where my pay was slashed by two thirds. Nice way to treat somebody, especially after I brought them a few custom clients that they now tattoo all the time. Not stupid off-the-wall shit either. Big, custom shit. Shit that gets them noticed when it's walking around town. Whatever, those assholes can suck each other off. Thanks for listening, guys.
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And, thank you, but i am not the hottest on the planet.