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UGH. Redirect me in the middle of writing a blog, I see how it is SG. Blah.

Anyways, I've been working my ass off. I'm almost done with my apprenticeship, Beaver just needs to sign off on a few more advanced piercings that we don't get into the shop that often. So I'm recruiting friends to come into the shop and get stabbed, because I need these piercings.

There's a lot of things I would love to say in this blog, but I can't, not just yet. Can I just say that my dreams may finally be coming true? I have someone who wants to give me everything I've ever wanted and I have half a mind to let him do it. I want him to do it.

I have been working a lot though, we can't afford the gas of me driving back and forth, it's a 40 mile drive to go there and back, so I've been staying down by my work. Today is the third day that I've been home, but I have to leave again for work tomorrow so I'm trying not to get too attached. It has been nice though, to have all my things, and the internet, but I fucking hate being here with Jordan. He drives me up the fucking wall and I've realized that he's not going to do fucking anything in the way of getting a job. He's been out of work for how long, and he has made no effort towards getting another job. No job applications, he's done "a few online searches". Like that will do anything. He's a sinking ship and he has been for a long time. I've been going down with him for quite some time, but no more. I am a strong woman and I deserve better.

I have loved seeing my kitties though, they light up my life, I swear. Nothing is better than getting stoned and petting my kitties, they're so fuzzy and soft and lovely. Out of everything I miss when I'm not home, my cats are the number one.

Expect to start seeing pictures of piercings! Beaver wants me to bring my camera into work so I can start building my portfolio, nobody expects to be at Body Jewel for very long. If I have a portfolio, it'll be easier for me to find a spot in an actual shop.

That brings me to my second biggest frustration as of late. Body Jewel. Aka, my boss, Allan. He's a fucking coke head. He's all over the place, he's sketchy, thinks he knows what he's talking about and that's the most dangerous thing. He's been trying to get us to do piercings without Beaver there, piercings we don't know how to do. All so he can get more money to stuff up his nose. He is the most annoying person I have ever met in my entire life. All I want to do when I'm around him is punch him in the face. Since when did a body piercer have to fight for the supplies they need, and have to be a customer service representative? Since when was the tattoo and piercing industry customer oriented? I mean, it is, we do things for our customers, but we have our scruples and shop rules that customers must abide by, but not here! Here, the customer is always right. Even when they're fucking stupid and wrong. I've seen so many shop owners tell people to get the fuck out of their shop when they broke the rules or acted like an idiot, but we can't do that here. I've had people back in my booth, about to pierce them, and they won't stop moving. I was like that with my first piercing so I understand, but back then, the guy who pierced my nose said to me "If you don't stop moving and if you don't chill out, then just leave, because I won't do it" and I chilled out and did it. I can't say anything like that. We never get tips, we never get anything like that because the people coming into our shop are people going to the mall, they don't know shop courtesy, they don't know shit. Ugh. I need to get out of there, but first I will soak up as much information as I can.

Sorry for the abnormally long blog entry, can't be helped sometimes lol