I have a job that is the penultimate of cool... if you're 21 or under anyway... In reality, it's only kind of cool.
I have found that piercing clientele stays relatively around the same age as I get older. It's such a strange disconnect... I've made Tupac references that teens didn't get in the slightest. And piercing the nipples/genitals of people almost 10 years younger than me makes me feel slightly like a pedophile.
I pierced a 10-yr-old boy's ears today. I love piercing kids that haven't entered puberty. I don't know what it is about puberty that makes teens so incredibly dramatic (especially females) but the younger kids sit great, listen attentively, and really seem to understand that it will hurt but only for a second and that in order to have the piercing, that's just something they have deal with.
Oh, but you damn teen girls, you! They start menstruating and suddenly start asking if it's going to hurt about 5 different times - in various different ways... like a personality test that really wants the true answers. They start texting, squealing, being indecisive, crying, and saying to each other, "If you do it, I'll do it.... your mom is going to KILL you!" and generally annoying me. What changes? I'm guessing gender socialization.
So, the 10 year old was amazing and funny. This kid could probably sell me on having kids, he was that cool. I've only met a handful of kids like that. On the other hand... 9pm rolls around (we close at 10) and three teen girls roll up. Now, I have a completely irrational anger when it come to folks who come in during the last hour of business. I say irrational because it doesn't irritate me so much as it infuriates me - which is unjustified since I'll be making at least $20 off the person... But it is what it is... my pet peeve...
So anyway, this girl takes 20 minutes of indecision and whining in a 5 year old's voice about how scared she is before she even decides to get pierced. So irrationally, I wanted to choke her out.
It ended up being fine. She was so excited afterwards... just a ball of squeals and giggles...she even hugged me... which people do from time to time...It's an interesting aspect of having a very intimate type of service job. That, and videos and pictures. Small town rock star, they say about being in the industry.
I'm on day 6 of 12 consecutive days of work. I really don't mind. Fridays and Saturdays are rough because they're back to back and ten hours each, but I've worked much longer hours. As with any customer service position (and that is A TON of my job)... it's super easy to get burned out. But I long ago passed that point... and now you have to do everything short of punching me to get me to be VISIBLY annoyed. It's kinda like being so hungry that it hurts and then it just stops and you're fine... not hungry at all.
My job has LOTS of positives though. I get to look how I want to look, say what I want to say, and generally be immature and vulgar with my co-workers who are more like family than anything else. One of my co-workers and I actually joke about being brother and sister... since we're both Hitler-quality white (blonde, pale, light eyes, thin hair... the whole sha-bang) and we're both total pervs. Count on US to make it uncomfortable.
So... I'm complaining, and yet, not really.
Luchini is staying with my friend, Jenny, since yesterday morning until tomorrow evening. With me working so many days in a row - and with Fri & Sat being so long - I wanted him to have doggy playtime and not be stuck in his crate ALL the time. And also - I need some downtime. Puppies are remarkably stressful sometimes. Props to you guys with kids (I have no clue how you're surviving).
I started watching "The Walking Dead" on Netflix. I'm not even into zombies but this show is GREAT. You should definitely check it out.
And that's all really. Kind of a random, disjointed post... but whatever :-P
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
It's Early.
Got up to let the dog out. He's eating now, so I'm just letting him chow down for a bit before we go back to bed.
Work was slow yesterday until about 5pm. Then, as always, the three piercings I did in all of yesterday came in at the same time. One girl got her tongue pierced and it was a family event. Everyone in the family - or at least all the women - shared a particular trait for loud enthusiasm and general spaciness (which is saying something coming from me). It was a particular mixture that was overwhelming for me. They're nice enough though. Just really intense.
I'm working the next 10 days straight. I'm covering the weekend... Being that we've had a prolonged slow period, and that I perform a service frequented by teens and young adults, the weekends are where the serious money is at. So, what I'm saying is that I'm glad I'm working more.
I feel like my thoughts are coming together poorly. Then again... it IS really early for me to try to be thinking at all, let alone writing the thoughts down in a cohesive manner...
It's time for bed... again.
Work was slow yesterday until about 5pm. Then, as always, the three piercings I did in all of yesterday came in at the same time. One girl got her tongue pierced and it was a family event. Everyone in the family - or at least all the women - shared a particular trait for loud enthusiasm and general spaciness (which is saying something coming from me). It was a particular mixture that was overwhelming for me. They're nice enough though. Just really intense.
I'm working the next 10 days straight. I'm covering the weekend... Being that we've had a prolonged slow period, and that I perform a service frequented by teens and young adults, the weekends are where the serious money is at. So, what I'm saying is that I'm glad I'm working more.
I feel like my thoughts are coming together poorly. Then again... it IS really early for me to try to be thinking at all, let alone writing the thoughts down in a cohesive manner...
It's time for bed... again.
Monday, October 24, 2011
New Photo of Embroidery
First try on a large piece.... Pretty damn good, if I do say so, myself... Progress to follow...
Quotes from Old Journals - #1
- I don't remember the twists and turns I've made on this journey having any rhyme or reason, or having any distinct causes. / Things happened. I changed. Life evolved. I sometimes wish that there was a better explanation - so I could offer apologies - and warnings to those around me. A warning label: I am flammable - I don't know anymore than you what will spark me into flames or what I will consume. I don't know the range of my fire or the course I might take./ The wind may make me drift. I may destroy what I had no intention of harming. I may consume you.
I'm sorry.
-All of this shit is waiting to come screaming out of me. It's lying in wait just below the surface of what seems calm and placid. But it's waiting... knowing that release is imminent... Destruction possible.
- There is something really disheartening about her alarm clock going off in the morning. I hate it when she has to pull these 14 hour days. / She'll get up and get dressed and the entire time - I'll watch her... The computer light shines pale blue on her white skin - and she looks amazing. She gets this glow about her in the morning - her face just looks rested.
- If you listen really closely to southerners - you can hear the remnants of what used to be an English accent. / But over generations, it evolved - and changed into something different. And not necessarily better. / Everything changes - within groups of people - within individuals - and the structure of cities. And not always a change for the better. / At the end of us - you could hear the remnants of a partnership (a real, working one) in our voices. But only the remnant - that's all I could hear. / I know things have to change. I know that nothing lasts forever. But I don't want to hear that empty echo when I talk to you. I don't want change in that direction. But I do want to change. / Too bad that beggars can't be choosers.
I'm sorry.
-All of this shit is waiting to come screaming out of me. It's lying in wait just below the surface of what seems calm and placid. But it's waiting... knowing that release is imminent... Destruction possible.
- There is something really disheartening about her alarm clock going off in the morning. I hate it when she has to pull these 14 hour days. / She'll get up and get dressed and the entire time - I'll watch her... The computer light shines pale blue on her white skin - and she looks amazing. She gets this glow about her in the morning - her face just looks rested.
- If you listen really closely to southerners - you can hear the remnants of what used to be an English accent. / But over generations, it evolved - and changed into something different. And not necessarily better. / Everything changes - within groups of people - within individuals - and the structure of cities. And not always a change for the better. / At the end of us - you could hear the remnants of a partnership (a real, working one) in our voices. But only the remnant - that's all I could hear. / I know things have to change. I know that nothing lasts forever. But I don't want to hear that empty echo when I talk to you. I don't want change in that direction. But I do want to change. / Too bad that beggars can't be choosers.
An old poem... about an even older ex...
Your winter hands
fresh from the cold
touching my ribs
like cold rain on
a hot tin roof
dripping their way
down my body
my earthquake thighs
and mushroom-cloud hips
eroding away the sins
of catastrophe.
A moment of fluidity
and soft
between cataclysmic calamities
of life, melting
our bodies of land
into one magnificent era,
during which our planets align
and every cell is a happy
citizen of our bodies...
fresh from the cold
touching my ribs
like cold rain on
a hot tin roof
dripping their way
down my body
my earthquake thighs
and mushroom-cloud hips
eroding away the sins
of catastrophe.
A moment of fluidity
and soft
between cataclysmic calamities
of life, melting
our bodies of land
into one magnificent era,
during which our planets align
and every cell is a happy
citizen of our bodies...
Embroidery Obsession
Started this yesterday and haven't been able to put it down. I'm learning some new stitches as I go. I'm pretty pleased with the outcome so far. I certainly have plenty to learn still. 
Losing the Blogger V-Card
I have about 15 minutes to write this before work... But it feels silly to create the blog and leave it empty.
I have been embroidering and listening to my 6-mth-old puppy bark at my cats and display general insanity.
My love status is complicated these days with two "friends-with-benefits" but no relationship (read: great sex but generally lonely).
I'm still young at 27 but due to what I can only imagine to be the culture of the southeast, I feel a bit like a spinster.
This is point where I have to leave you, as sparse as this entry may be... Off to work... which for me involves poking holes in people and leaving pieces of metal in said puncture wounds. And during much more of the day, standing around and bullshitting with my friends/co-workers.
More to come later...
I have been embroidering and listening to my 6-mth-old puppy bark at my cats and display general insanity.
My love status is complicated these days with two "friends-with-benefits" but no relationship (read: great sex but generally lonely).
I'm still young at 27 but due to what I can only imagine to be the culture of the southeast, I feel a bit like a spinster.
This is point where I have to leave you, as sparse as this entry may be... Off to work... which for me involves poking holes in people and leaving pieces of metal in said puncture wounds. And during much more of the day, standing around and bullshitting with my friends/co-workers.
More to come later...
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