Just a quick little rant…

This is not my post to be graded.

Today I went for an open job interview for a bar that’s opening near my house. There was a group of about 12 of us waiting in the room to be interviewed. They were taking about 10-15 minutes each, so we had to wait quite a while. Some of the people in the room had known each other previously, others were making small talk. One guy who ended up sitting beside me started asking me a bunch of conversation-starter type questions, and I won’t lie I was pretty irritable because I was hot, nervous, and anxious waiting for this interview. I didn’t want to talk. He made me want to talk even less. The “highlights” of our conversation went kind of like this:

Guy: Whats your name?

Me: Chelsea

Guy: Oh, nice. Crystal?

Me: Chelsea.

Everyone in the room starts a discussion about tattoos.

Guy: I hate that thing on your arm.

Me: What do you have against butterflies? (I have a butterfly tattoo on my right forearm)

Guy: Nothing. Tattoos are disgusting. What are this symbols?

Me: They’re the planetary symbols. I’ve always had an interest in space. (I have the planetary symbols around my left forearm)

Guy: *Rolls his eyes* Whatever, you can go ahead putting that devil nonsense all over you. It’s disgusting. You have a boyfriend?

Me: No, not at the moment.

Guy: Well maybe if you had better skin. You smoke?

Me: No.

Guy: Oh man, well maybe now you’re impressing me. Everyone smokes. That just got you some points with me. Except those tattoos are gunna have to go, at least cover them up.

Me: Well, luckily I’m not here to impress you, am I?

And that was pretty much the gist of that conversation. Riveting, right? Honestly, I’m not a prude. I have no problems with guys trying to talk to me, or hit on me, or even just be friends with me. I have no preconceived notions about what people might want from me. THIS however, was utterly repulsive. First of all, I’m at a group interview with you… we may very likely be working together at some point, and I already don’t like you. Second of all, what I put on my skin is my own business. It has absolutely nothing to do with you. For him to not only insult things I’ve put on my body for extremely personal reasons, but to then continue to berate me for it and call it “work of the devil” or whatever, is outrageous. I’m not here to impress you. I do not dress myself, do my makeup, or arrange tattoos on my body to please other people. I do it for me. So, if by any chance I end up working with this guy, it’s safe to say we will not be buddies.  

People are awful sometimes.