Don't work with gay-hairdressers
'Coz they're worse than women!

Anyway, being just a lad of 17 years and with 12 weeks off in the summer to not do a great deal, I decided to get a job in a hairdressers owned by one of the most flamboyant gay-boys this side of San Francisco to earn some extra cash...
Now, where I live is a smallish town in the south of Spain where there is not really a great call for 'professional' and 'five star' salons - Said cocoshunter would not have this and thus his business is going quickly down the proverbial swanny, but blamed it on his staff. Also, I would like to mention that my former boss is far from being five star himself - He abuses his staff, is foul tempered, short, fat, and smokes cheap fags. Not exactly the image of being fucking suave, is it now?

Anyway, I gets back from a summer jaunt over to Italy, and he begins to start winding me up - Shouting at me in front of client, swearing, asking me to do overtime without any extra reward etc etc!
One evening, a friend and former colleague forgot to turn the coffee machine off (he said it would have burnt his salon down - IT'S A F00KING HOT PLATE, FOR WATERMELONS SAKE), and I missed a few bits of hair coz I didn't have my lenses in - Following morning, I get bollocked for being lazy, unprofessional, useless... I tell him "If I'm not up to standards to work in your 5 star salon, I'm off home". Boss stands there giving it the big queeny-strop and I walk out.

Now for the best bit - my mate who works there leaves in the same day, and the beautician leaves within two weeks of the shit hitting the fan. Me 1 - him 0 'coz there's only 2 staff left there!

Also, I am in no way homophobic as I still drink with his partner, and I have other gay friends. Just happened this guy was a cunnn!

Again, no apologies for length - I've never had to before!
(Margaret Thatchers Right Gonad Is up inside ya, finding an entrance where He can!, Fri 10 Aug 2007, 16:55, Reply)