A few weeks ago, lunch time is almost finished and I was making the portrait of 2 employees. A supervisor barges in my section of the warehouse. He starts ranting and raving, "What the fuck are you doing? Why aren't they at their work?..." The guy was drunk as a skunk. He wreaked booze, if I would have lit a match, the whole neighborhood would have gone up in flame.
I tried to explain, that Joe M., the owner, gave us permission to use this area. He would have none of it. He started swearing and to be very rude. I had enough. I told my "talent" that I couldn't continue under these conditions and started packing.
I waiting to the next morning to calm down and to think on how to tell Joe M. what happened. I called Joe a couple of times until we finally had the phone conversation where I explained exactly what happened. He apologized, would look into it, and re-booked my time for the next Wednesday.
Don't mud wrestle with pigs1:
- You are going to loose.
- The pigs will enjoy it too much.
1 This expression is not from me, but I can't find a definite source. ↑