What Did That Machine Ever Do To You?
Some years ago, I was a beginner tattoo artist, very happy to get a job in a shop. The boss was kind of moody and very passive-aggressive, but I managed to work with her and was okay with most of her fits.
One day, the coffee maker wouldn’t work, just like that; it happens with cheap material. My boss was clearly angry but didn’t yell. She just took the coffee maker and said:
Boss: “Okay, I’ll keep it in the closet, then. You will soon know why.”
I thought nothing about it because maybe it was for an art project or something.
Some months passed and I totally forgot the coffee maker.
One day, the boss was on the phone with one of her friends. I didn’t know what was going on but she was clearly pissed. She was shouting on the phone outside her shop, and I kind of thought that wasn’t great advertising for her, but I didn’t say a word.
She then came back into the shop, way too calm.
Boss: “Now you’ll know why I kept the coffee machine.”
She took the coffee machine out of the closet with a HAMMER, put it on the floor of her shop, and SLAMMED IT with rage, screaming, shattering it into numerous small parts. It was a huge mess.
Then, she looked up at me.
Boss: *Very calmly* “THAT’S WHY.”
I was not so happy to work here after that.