so i was working a a body piercer in a tattoo shop and i loved it. i was always so excited to go to work, i gave me a purpose. it gave me a commitment. we always had to most interesting customers walk through the door and some would just absolutely make my day! and some not so much.. lol
but eventually the crap i was copping from my bosses over took the enjoyment of going to work. i became dreadful thinking about work. i dreaded having to go there. then i would be constantly thinking and waiting for the next lecture and the next time they would blame me for things that were either not my fault or completely out of my control. on my last shift i told my boss i have a migraine and im about to puke, so i did what everyone does when they feel like crap i asked if it was alright for me to leave early. her respond "well no it's not alright, we wont have a body piercer". it was clear at that moment i was not human. that entire day i felt like they were pushing my mental health to breaking point. i felt myself slipping away from all my hard work towards my mentality, i felt like the psych ward was calling for me. and just kept asking myself "is this job worth risking my mental health? is it worth going back to the psych ward?" i am happy to say i chose the right answer. NO it isn't. nothing is worth risking my mental health. nothing is worth my happiness for a stable well being. nothing is worth sacrificing my life just so someone else can be happy. i went into the psych ward earlier this year after an attempt on my life, but never again. i will never again put my well being at risk.
so i walked out! i left and never turned back.
the day after i started my first day at another tattoo shop for a trial as an apprentice tattoo artist. my dream come true!! it's been amazing. i learn, i have fun and i'm treated like a living being! i am treated with respect and not abused in any way. i love it :)
@rambo @missy
