I need a drink so bad, I need something, I'm so upset right now. So some shit went down last night but I'll talk about that in a minute. So you all know I'm getting my tattoo, the day was the day. The picture looks great except there are three problems one its only for one side of my leg not a sleeve, two it has a beard which I didn't want, and three I asked for five claws around my orb not three. I wanted a half sleeve of my dragon lotus. Yeah I didn't get that today. He said he would start to draw on me free hand, fuck that bull.... It looked like a f-ing snake with horns. I have this dude two weeks and he couldn't deliver what I wanted. Hey for some people they may love the artists but dude you are not going to be drawing ugly shit on me and think I'm going to keep it for the rest of my life. My tattoos are a one time deal and I'm not getting them covered, alerted or whatever. They are what I want and will never change. So I just left after he got through a bit of drawing, he didn't even listen the second time after I told him what I wanted and how he could draw it, I'm like dude are you deaf.
The first thing was last night. I accidentally put a person gas on another pumped. Which in turn they pumped 20.06 of the guys gas. They came inside to pay after I called out to them. I told the first guy to pump the gas then come back in so he could swipe his card again so he would get his whole 40 in gas and be straight. So simple enough, I've done this a few times, I'm rushing or just don't pay attention then shit messes up. Its cool, everyone is happy in the end, wrong! This dude throws a mother f-ing tantrum. He's calling the police telling them I've stole his money. He's trying to get me shut down and wants me to call my manger. I've been there almost two years and have dealt with everything. Even though I should have called my manger, I wasn't about to call him for some bullshit just cause this guy didn't understand, and the bad thing is, he completely was reciting everything I told him but he didn't get any of it. I'm like you can speak but you don't understand, how is that? Sad thing is, the dude has a prostitute with him, she even pleads for him to take 20 out of her money he is supposed to give her just so I don't get in trouble. Come on now, don't you think if I was wrong she would do that. If I'm wrong I'm wrong but she understood the whole deal and was trying to blow the situation over, I'm just standing there like what the hell is wrong with you. But I did good though, I'm known for cursing people out after awhile, cause this shit when on for more than half and hour, but I didn't say one curse word I was so proud of myself lol.
And then the third thing, this was right after I finished writing the other parts. I can't stand kids and for good reason, I love my niece and nephews but if either one of them even tried me like this, I would have knocked them to the ground so hard I wouldn't be writing this too you now. So kid comes in trying to get some stuff, his card doesn't work. The cashier at the time was not me and he says she can't talk, although she is trying to tell him that there is no money on his card. He isn't more than 12, bad ass fucker. So a lady in line tells him he needs to stop being so rude and show some respect, I'm like fuck that, I take his shit away and tell him to leave and he is going all out his mouth about how the lady in line is a fat ass ho and fuck this, she can't talk and then as I'm walking out to put his stuff back he tries getting into with me. And saying I can't say shit since I'm not in uniform. His dad or whoever wants to know what's wrong and sticks up for him and shit cause I called him a bastard, the kid not the dad, which I apologized for right after cause I shouldn't have said that, but man I couldn't hold that in, and since that uniform wasn't on, I have to just go about it and be like bitches! So assistant manger steps outside and tells the dad what happened and I go back inside an everyone is talking about the bad little bastard. So a lady from the car the kid got out of comes in and I tell her sorry for calling the kid a bastard, and she's like no, don't even worry about it cause that boy is bad and his dad just wants to take up for him. I'm like thank you, so not wrong right now, lol. Ok so that was Tuesday night and Wednesday day, not good for me.
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