I blocked most of my early employment experiences out of my head because before this job I was an independent contractor for years so that was all a long time ago… my first boss was really terrible so here’s my story about that if you’re interested in reading. My boss after that never really said anything dumb to me specifically but he is kind of dumb in general bless his heart. he was in an iconic post-hardcore band in the late 90s and early 2000s and broke the group apart over some lifestyle differences (totally understandable tbh). He talks a lot about not wanting to sell out which translates to being very bad at business and he has a habit of burning bridges and not listening to other peoples‘ input. He has beefed with every single business partner he’s had and he’s still dumping money into his failing restaurant years after I left. not dumb but when I worked at a farmers market cafe in an airstream trailer my Italian-American boss would get really mad at me when I wouldn’t say the Aranciata flavor of San Pellegrino with the correct Italian pronunciation (I said it like ah-ron-see-ah-ta lol 🙈) so he would tell me IT’S ARANCIATA while wildly gesticulating Italianly and I was like chill dude nobody here is even Italian like that.
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