Why what happened? Thought you were diggin the spot.
I was.
I mean the shop is awesome, the location is fantastic, very cool clients, lots of work to do. My problem is with the ownership/barber Jonny, the fat bald dude, don't know if you saw him when he was in there...anyway...
Dude is running the shop into the ground. He smokes weed all day, talks shit, in and out of jail, not paying bills, shows up occasionally, just super unprofessional. Has his boys in all the time that are a bad element for a work place, doing the same stuff he does. When he's not around everyone is super cool and happy working, but when he's there its weirdly tense. So to this point its been an irritation, but its separate, so I (we) could hang and work.
When it went down today it hit a different level. As yall may or may not know, we had a death in the family last week, and that was topped off by car problems. So we've been flying people from coast to coast, taxis, etc...Then fixing a car in the meantime.
Last Monday he messages us (the barbers) that were going to have a shop meeting on Wednesday. Wednesday comes, and he doesn't show up. I'm there, but working on the car the entire day. I finally figure the issue out, and take off to get the parts to fix it at 4:05pm, it was slow so another barber left a minute or 2 behind me. Come to find out he came in ~6:30 expecting everyone to be there, so there was no meeting. The next day, he doesn't show up. Friday he shows up, doesn't say anything to anyone about any meeting type business. Saturday, said he was going to be there, still didn't show up. So my day off today I get a text along the lines of "we need to talk tomorrow, see you at the shop ~10am." I text back asking whats up, he says he wants me to work part-time for some convoluted reasoning, I say no way. He call there starts getting super hyphy on the, gets suuuuper disrespectful with me, calling me a liar about god knows what, "first you had car problems, and now its a dead relative, you don't know what you're even lying about." and some just way out there shit. So I said forget it, you cant talk to me that way, and having talked like that now work with me ever again, I'll pack my stuff up and I'm out. So I hung up, drove over there, packed, said goodbye to some friends around there and bailed.
TL;DR
Condensed version: My owner is the worlds biggest J-cat, got super disrespectful out of nowhere so I quit.