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Triflin hoes n lacefronts……
April 25, 2009, 6:30 pm
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Hey young world!!!!! Guess what, ya girl just got “let go” today. I can’t really say I’m trippin off it though, I hated the job.  It was a little part time situation down at the local beauty supply.  I intially had my heart set on working at a Sally’s Beauty Supply. Unfortunately, they weren’t hiring but the spot down the street from my house was.  I turned in my resume, they called me back, we got the rappin and that’s how it happened.  I was geeked to say the least. The job didn’t pay that well but, I was paid in cash and without the hassle of being taxed. I also thought it would be pretty cool to work around beauty products since I like all things made for beautifying. I thought I found the perfect fit, I thought wrong. The owner, I’m gonna call her Ms. S,  gave me the wrong vibe my first day on the gig. She wanted me to “closely watch” my co-worker and inform her of any suspciscious behavior I observed. One thing about me, I’m not a snitch. I also am not a personal watchdog. She has the place laced with security cameras and she checks them every night when she closes. To me that’s all the observation she needed. Plus, Ms. S was real hard up on us watching the customers as well, saying that people often steal from her and we should essentially take a person’s appearance as an indicator of shady motives. Lady you’re shop is in the semi-hood, shit happens and honest people might look a little sketchy. I’ve been followed in a store before, i’ve been clocked as someone who looked the part, so that whole judging a book by it’s cover thing really isn’t my style. 

Tuesday afternoon, we got got for two lace front wigs. The perpetrator looked like Ms Noxema Jackson from To Wong Foo , see pic above.The chick convinced my manager to let her take two wigs outside to show her sister, supposedly waiting in the car. So I’m asked to escort her . When we get out front she starts pacing up and down through the parking lot claiming her sister had rode off somewhere. So she’s on the phone cursing her sister out and telling her how stupid she is for driving off . So we’re searching the parking lot looking for the car and in the midst of the commotion I handed her the wigs, dumb move on my part. So as we walk futher away from the store and spot the car in an adjacent parking lot, it starts to click that somthing ain’t right. She goes up to car holds the two wigs up to window asking, “Which one of these you want?”, looks at me one last time then hops in the car like jumpin jack flash and takes off. They pulled a jack move on me son. Stealing isn’t cool but hood rat antics do make me chuckle. People do the darndest things. Stealing a wig, really? You don’t a have a man who will let you hold some money to get you’re hair did, and is what you have growing out of your scalp so busted you need a 70$ lace front to get fresh? So many questions, not enough answers. 

One of the things that worked my nerves about that job was working 9 and 10 hour shifts with no break. Ms. S had told us before  she didn’t want us to leave , but delivery is expensive and 10 hours is a long time without any grub.  Since she’s never there we usually get our lunch break , one way or another. Today I had a taste for Mickey D’s so I rode up the block to grab me and the manager a bite to eat. I come back no later that 15 minutes to find my manager  looking  distruaght on the phone. A minute or two after that Ms. S comes in looking pissed. The weave snatchers struck again. This time Noxema comes in the store, asks about a wig, and snatches it right out of my managers hands. I’m kind of nervous now, trying to hide the McDonald’s bags and then Ms. S turns to me. “Where were you!” I knew it was coming. Trying to cover my ass, I said I went out to the car to look for something. She’s all pissed now exclaiming that I needed to be in the store or this would’ve never happened. So then she waves me off telling me I need to go home. At this point, I’m done. I’ve been wanting to put in my two weeks notice for some time now and I’ve been increasingly unhappy as the weeks progressed. I knew it would’t be long until it all fell down. I mean I feel bad for not being there, but what are the odds the moment I step out to grab a bite the same chicks that stole the day before come by to steal again? Even if I had been there, what was I supposed to do? It was a snatch n dash, was I supposed to wrestle her to the ground or chase her? Ms. S gets in my face trying to drill me and that’s where things got a little ugly. She even inferred that I might have something to do with it since my prescence or lack thereof coincided with both incidents. On top of that she refused to pay me. To make it short and sweet Ms. S, perhaps you don’t make any money in the black hair care business because you don’t care about the business or the clientele, only how many 70 $ lacefronts and 90$ packs of milkyway you can sell. I know that nobody likes to be stolen from but the 210 dollars for those three wigs is chump change compared to all the items she has stocked and ready to high charge folks for. All in all I’m thankful to be out of there and I knew that wasn’t the place for me. Thanks for giving me the rest of my Saturday off!!! To you Ms. S

 

Update: Me and Ms. S have spoken and rationalized like human beings, I will be compensated, with minor deductions, and all is right in the world. I take back bout half of the animosity in this post

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