I wanna know what people assume about me because of my tumblr.
Put an assumption in my ask. I’ll confirm or dispute it. I’m not gonna be mean or anything, I’m just very interested.
This happened many years ago. At the time I was working at a popular tourist attraction that had a hall that could be rented after-hours for events and functions. The hall could be accessed in a number of ways, including a doorway that opened out onto the street. During functions, we would often use this doorway to let smokers in and out of the building. The only rule was that they had to leave their drinks on a table near the door, since liquor wasn’t allowed on the street.
One night we were holding a holiday party for a large bank. For whatever reason, a number employees of this bank thought they could take their drinks out with them when they were having a smoke. This is not legal in our city. I was posted near the door to make sure they didn’t do this because, if they were spotted by police or we were subjected to a random liquor inspection (it happens), we could lose our liquor license.
One employee was particularly douchey about not following this rule. In fact, let’s call him DB. The very first time he attempted to bring his drink out with him, I stopped him and let him know the rule. He looked me square in the eye and said.
“What a terrible shame it is that I can’t enjoy my scotch with a cigarette”.
I looked him square in the eye back and replied:
“Yes sir. The world is in mourning. Now please. Leave your drink on the table if you’re planning to go outside.”
From then on, DB didn’t like me. For the rest of the night he would attempt to hide his drink under his coat, get his friends to distract me, or sneak in and take his drink outside when I wasn’t looking. Every time he did this I would quietly approach him and ask that he please take his drink back inside and leave it on the table. Every time he would openly mock and insult me in front of the entire group of smokers.
The last straw happened when he got a number of his friends to walk out the door en masse with their drinks, as some sort of First World Problem Protest. This time, after herding them all back inside, I radioed our building’s maintenance worker and asked him to lock the door.
No more smoking area.
DB and his friends’ howls of protest attracted the attention of their boss, who had planned (and was paying for) the event. He asked me what the problem was and then proceeded to tell off DB and his friends for acting like a bunch of immature dickwads. He then asked me what he could do to fix this so that the smoking area could be reopened.
I pointed right at DB and said “I want him gone”. The boss nodded and told DB to get his jacket and go home.
I made sure to be at the coatcheck when he left. I handed him his jacket and said “Have a nice night, sir.”
Best. Feeling. Ever.
fuwe:
when you draw a character so much you memorize their design and you dont have to look at a reference
when you actually look back at the reference and realize youve been drawing them wrong the whole time
