kelsie

I had the shittiest night ever. My husband was going to the tattoo shop to get the background done on what is damn near a sleeve--the same tattoo shop I've gone to for years and where I was supposed to become the piercer for this week. I've been talking to them for about a month now and I don't have my old job anymore, so by the way they talked about what days they wanted me to come in and how it was going to work, I could only think I had my dream job for sure! The owner was in there when we got there, but he didn't even look at me when he walked out. He made our guy tell me that someone other guy who worked at another local shop had turned down the job at first, but then changed his mind and took it. I kept my cool, and said I understood that they didn't have to train him and what have you, but I had trouble fighting back the tears. The worst part was, my husband's arm wasn't even started so I had to sit there and not cry for 2 1/2 more hours As soon as we left, my husband told me he knew my heart was broken and let me bawl like an idiot all over him for an hour. Now I have no job, and I have to wash an obscene amount of mascara out of my man's favorite t-shirt. And it's snowing, which I totally hate. Today pretty much sucks.


He always makes me feel better, though.