Boycott Mr Sonny AAHS Gifts and The Halloween Club

I'm literally in tears right now. Stuck in 6 o'clock traffic on the 91 freeway. I just left the Buena Park mall after experiencing the worst job interview of my life. For years I have avoided this freeway at this time because it is not only a waste of life but the impatience of these drivers could very easily take a life. Nevertheless once again I am in a place I don't want to be in. Not to mention trying to cope with a mind state that I don't deserve. Eventually After enough blog entries you will begin to understand how I got to this stage in my life but for now you should know I recently started my own mobile detailing company. It's the only way I can make a fair wage and I love it but starting your own company and building your own clients just doesn't happen over night. So lately I have been looking for a part time or seasonal job to supplement my expansion and make sure I can still afford Christmas Presents.

Pulling up into the gym parking lot last week I noticed a Halloween Store popped up a few doors down and I thought that that would be something I could handle for a few weeks until I found something more steady. You should know everything I do is, has been and will always be for multiple reasons. Always for the right reasons.. but for multiple reasons as well.

In this case I figured I could conveniently hit the gym before or after my shift. I figured employees would get some sort of discount and with three kids that could be a big saving for this budget shopper. I figured time would fly by fairly quick working there dealing with customers and consistently reorganizing the costumes plus the amount of heavy lifting and sweating would so minimal compared to past jobs I have done that I wouldn't feel too bad about working for minimum wage. It would have been a great fit for me being such a hard worker and great with customer service but instead of what I thought was going to be the perfect part time seasonal job, turned into a nightmare that concluded with me, once again getting the cops called.

I swear to GOD it feels like every time I try to put someone in their place or raise my voice, someone it threatening to call the cops on me. You can't imagine how many times this has happened to me. Maybe it's because they can see the crazy in my face... or hear it in my voice... but I didn't wake up like this. Someone made my voice change tones. Someone made my face red. Then this same person has the nerve to act like I am the problem. I honestly don't know how I control myself as much as I do. I mean I seriously had a daydream flash before my eyes.... of me, turning that office into a WWE Main Event. It's like they see the crazy and instead of making it right... they all use the police as a scapegoat. That just makes me more furious. All of you know that there are people in this world that just need a good old fashion ass whooping but according to the law I cant slap people around when they deserve it, so instead I whipped out my phone told them all about my blog. I told him I was going to document this entire incident and let everyone know who Mr. Sonny really is.

I was really pissed off. I wasted 6 emails, 3 phone calls, my gas plus the time it took to drive to Buena Park and back. My first email included a resume, bio, Pictures and digital flyer for my new detail service. Their final email instructed me to call at 4pm to see if Mr Sonny was in the office before going and it mentioned to make sure i bring my social security and driver license. I did and they told me Mr Sonny was in the Buena Park office until 6pm. The lady also said to bring my social security card and drivers license. I was applying to work in corona but for some reason I had to drive out to Buena Park to interview for the minimum wage job. My gut instinct said not to go. The CPU in brain said not to go. I went anyway because I am a father of 3 and money rules the world.

I got there at 5pm and told the cashier I had an appointment with Mr Sonny. She replied by saying he was conducting another interview at the moment and asked if i could wait. 45 minutes later... As if I had been forgotten about she looked surprised to see me still there and took me back to Mr Sonny's fake office. It was literally just sheets and shelving. This guy didn't even look at me as I entered the office and took a seat. Instead he kept talking to his young female employee, demeaning her for a recent mistake. 5 minutes after seating in a chair arms distance from Mr Sonny, he finally acknowledges me. He could barely speak English but asks who I was and after I replied. I stuck out my hand to shake his hand and he reluctantly pretended to shake my hand. He actually gave me very weak 3 finger shake and he asked for a resume. 

I couldn't understand. The way he pronounced "resume" literally took me about 3 minutes to figure out what he was asking for. Finally after it clicked I said no. I told him it was sent with the first email noting that I assumed that is why I got a reply. I continued by telling him I was told twice to bring my social but no body said anything about a resume. His assistant is back now gracefully bowing as she hands him a cup of hot tea as he ask me if I have experience. My stomach sunk and my skin tightened. My temperature rose as my nostrils flared. I knew at that moment something bad was about to happen and my mind rapidly screened through full spectrum of scenarios yet somehow, someway I just laughed and said experience?

Please let me give you some perspective before i finish the story. My resume and initial email would have told him about my experience. Soooo while i was taking the application process serious he wasn't taking the hiring process serious. This is in my head right after I waited 40 min for the interview without a chair. Secondly, I have seen 3 of his stores and every single employee ( except 1) has been a  teenage female. Actually the one serving him tea looked high school student. Soooooo? You disrespect my time, my application, my hand shake and now he suggests there is a job a teenager can do that I can't.

In the back of my mind I was thinking " Bitch my company flyer looks 10 times better than yours". Instead I chuckled therapeutically and said "my 15 year old daughter can do this job". He didn't like my answer so I cut him off and went in. I asked him how is that I know who he is but he acts like he wasn't expecting me? It was obvious he had no redgard for my time, effort or appearance. So I scolded him for wasting my time, disrespecting me and really let him know he made he and his company standout unprofessionally.

So he did what every other bitch made pussy does after they fuck up the wrong persons day.... He threaten me with the police. I literally begged him to do it while I was getting pics of him. Well I'm not in jail, I'm not working hard for the wrong person and even though I wasted my time and gas, I did get a brand new story to tell. Just another piece of perspetive, so you and my kids know how loco my life has been. 

Mr Sonny might have more money than me but he could never be my equal. He doesn't deserve an employee like me and People like me are making changes to protect our children from working for people or companies like that. So if you're shopping for Halloween costumes this fall or ever in the Buena Park mall, Uncle Presley suggests that you boycott Mr Sonny, AAHS gift store and the Halloween Club.