Deserving of a Head Kick... Thursday, April 18

It was most certainly a frustrating day, perhaps the most disappointing and blood boiling day in a very, very, veeeery long time.  Having said goodbye to the BEST worker ever yesterday and then meeting the WORST worker ever today, the contrast in the two was where the disappointment occurred.

I'm by no means a morning person and the wheels in my head don't necessarily start turning until my protein-packed pancake starts digesting and it's awesomeness is semi-absorbed by my body.  However today, I almost immediately popped out of my bed like a pop tart from the toaster when I realized today was the day Hulk's would be coloured.  Our wallpaper crew would be plastering our walls with greens, a vibrant blue, a chill purple, and a fresh orange.  I was excited!!!

When the wallpaper crew showed up, my excitement only escalated higher when I noticed they had a women on their crew and she apparently was running the show.  I'm all for fierce females so I tried to get right in there, work beside her.  She, on the other hand, was quick to write me off as someone she won't be taking orders from and I found this out quickly.  Upon trying to help her out with reminding her what colours went where, she then yelled for Snickers to come over and tell her.  I decided to let it roll off my shoulders because no good would come ever from getting the hired help angry at me.  However, when this became a repeated situation -- her ignoring my words and yelling for Snickers -- I stopped and told her that she's not to yell at my husband, he's not a dog and, because I'm the one that will be paying her, I suggested she listen to me.  Ok, so it's Snickers and I who will be paying her but I didn't want her to know.  I just didn't think it respectable to continually go over my head and disregard me trying to help her.   

She had arrived with three men and they saw the whole scene go down.  I'm not too sure what she had mumbled to one of them but I heard him then tell her that I was in fact the owner of the boxing club.  Clearly I knew by her double look and dropped jaw that she had no idea that I was anything beyond just another foreigner.  Regardless of her male coworker clarifying who I was and me confronting her, she continued to totally look past me and ignore me and my words for the rest of the day.  Well, that's not entirely true.  I did make my opinion of her quite clear later on. 

Snickers agreed that she was being rude to me and both of us wanted to just tell her to leave but one of my former teammate's father had sent her to work for us today.  We felt obligated to at least let her do the job and then leave.

As for doing her job though, hmmm... 

My excitement over Hulk getting coloured today took a total nose dive, it crashed and burned, when she started to wallpaper our juice bar.  I had picked out the colour, orange.  It wasn't as loud as I wanted but we agreed it still did look very fresh.  However, when it was made evident that the two rolls of orange wallpaper weren't the same shade, I noted the difference.   The ajjuma (Korean woman) insisted I was wrong so I called over Snickers.  He agreed, it was totally different.  It seemed to have a white gloss finish over it.  The ajjuma again insisted that it was ok and she went on and on saying so.  "No one will know" she noted and that triggered me to raise my voice.  I kept on insisting she change it, reminding her that it's my club, my choice and, most importantly, my money.  She however repeatedly answered with "no one will know, it's ok", so I ended up blurting out, "fine, don't change it but I won't pay you.  No one will know, it's ok".  Wow was that the wrong thing to say.  We clearly had triggered something in each other -- I stood there feeling as if I could breath fire from my nose and she continually grunted and rolled her eyes at me.  Our long speechless, stare-down pause was broken by me.  I refused to stand there arguing with a worker I was shilling out top dollar for and I just really had been pushed too far with her.  "You're such a f-ing lazy woman", I said in Korean.  I then spat on the floor and walked away.  Every stood there in complete shock as I walked out of the club fuming.  I was rather shocked at myself too actually because I don't even swear in English.  I knew though if I had stayed there I seriously would have hit her.  "God grant me the patience to not punch her or grant her faster legs to run away from me when I do" I prayed. 

I know I shouldn't have sworn to her nor should I have exaggerated the situation by spitting close to her feet but I know myself.  My hands had started trembling because I seriously was reaching my breaking point.  I had gone through about 8 hours of dealing with her and my patience had reach quitting time. 

Dealing with who I was quick to label "the World's Most Deserving Head-Kick Worker" was like pulling teeth, very painful.  Snickers jumped in numerous times because I was seriously on the verge of freaking out on her.  I had to deal with her grunting and mumbling for the rest of the time she was there and I thought my blood pressure was seriously going to pop my head off.  Snickers was definitely ticked too and everyone could tell, even friends who showed up sensed tension in the club.  I tried to convince them that he was just tired but he was ready to blow up on her.  We've been taking pictures of all our friends who visit and all our workers who have helped make Hulk, however Snickers insisted I don't take the wallpaper crew's picture though.  He was so over them the first hour they were there well not them, just her.

I swear if I ever see this women again it'll be to upper cut her.  She really spoiled the day for us and it was really hard to stay focused and excited about the club with her working on it.  Later in the evening, long after she had left, we returned home.  After Snickers took a shower, we both agreed that we didn't want today's work day to end like this.  We've been pulling in long hours of hard manual work at Hulk's but we're more than happy to be doing so because we're building our dream.  Having someone come in and disrespect us and it (our boxing club, our dream) like that was just not right, it was sour, so we headed back to Hulk's.  We headed back to end the work day right.  It meant ending our workday 17hrs after it had started but it also meant ending it on a good note.