Another Day, Another Dollar...

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