shandylouhoo

So I finally got to sleep last night, smoking a little and drinking a lot of Vitamin Water.

I had this dream about a customer I have that always asks me about my stretched ears, forgetting she asked me the day before. I alays answer with the usual answers; "They're at 3/4" " "No, they don't still hurt" "No it didn't hurt to get them stretched" "They aren't called gauges, they're called plugs" "No, it would creep me out if you put your finger in my ear". I swear, one of these days I'm going to punch her. She does always end the conversations we have with "I'm going to encourage my daughter to do that to her ears, I love how it looks! You make it look so dainty, so feminine and charming!" At least she's not a complete jerk about it like some people are. I get a lot of people making "icky faces" at me or telling me I'm "unnatural", or just everyone telling me that it reminds them of "that one tribe in Africa" they probably watched on a National Geo special a million times to try to keep "with the times". FOR EVERYONE'S INFORMATION, IT WAS MORE COMMON IN ANCIENT ASIAN CULTURES AND EGPYT THAT THAT ONE TRIBE IN AFRICA TODAY. Read about it, get informed, don't ask stupid questions.

I read up on my nose ring too, and I have friends that are from India (my friend Koran's parents I heard were talking about arranging a marriage for him, but he said no or something) and I know what it means to have a nose ring. I'm not an idiot like some of my friends, piercing their body parts with rusty needles they found in an alley, only being able to clean them with a cheap Bic lighter and some vodka they bribed a bum to buy for them. Or using chapstick lids to stretch their ears because they're trying to make the statement that "they don't care what everyone thinks" of them, yet they get all sad and let down when someone doesn't notice that they have chapstick lids in their ears like an idiot.

Sorry about that, just have problems with people not getting informed. If they want to know so much about my ears and the origin and any other information about piercings, they should read up on it. African tribes also stretch their lips with plates and put spacer rings around their necks, but you don't see anyone over here bringing that up. BUDDAH HAD HIS EARS STRETCHED SO BIG, BUT NO ONE QUESTIONED HIM FOR IT. They just rubbed his stomach and got on with life. It's coolt hat Captain Soccer Mom that comes into my work appriciates it, but sometimes I just wish people would listen to what I have to tell them about it before shooting off a million questions with i have a line forming behind them. Kinda hard to focus on customer service when you have someone asking "how much did it hurt, like, what did it feel like to get that done to you?" even after I made their drink, which I then have to explain it to the whole group because now everyone's asking. GrrrAAAAHHH! On my last day working there, if someone asks me, I'm going to rip their face off and tell them about this wonderful thing called reading and this amazing tool called the internet. Then tell them to fuck off.

Sorry, that's one major thing I get really crazy about, people asking silly questions because they don't realize how ignorant they will sound. I mean, I do get some cool people asking stuff, like what are my plugs made of or where do I find such crazy plugs, stuff like that, but that's fine with me. The dumb questions like "did it hurt?" make me more angry than anything. OF COURSE IT HURT, NO PAIN NO GAIN, that's not the point of it. My reason for stretching was the aspect of patentice. You have to be patient when stretching or it will tear your ear too much and you bleed. You have to be gentle and patient and persistant, be aggressive enough to make it through the process, but gentle enough to not rip or tear anything. Especially since I only got help from my piercer a total of two times during the process, the rest I did by myself.

My favorite thing to freak people out with in my lame town is my leg piece, the turtles. It signifies my love for the beach, but my loss; not being able to surf anymore because of my knees. It took 5 1/2 hours to complete it, and that always scares people, since I guess I have "too much attitude for the workplace" and everyone assumes that I sat there completely not in pain, filing my nails or something while Rachel shoved needles filled with ink in and out of my skin at a rapid pace for hours at a time. Of course it sucked and I almost quit letting her do it a couple times, we did take a break in the middle of the process to get lunch at Jack In The Box, but so? I still made it. I was in her watch for 6 hours, the half hour loss was lunch. I escaped with lots of blood oozing from my leg, one bloody shoe, and a kick ass tattoo that I will love for the rest of my life. Oh, and I'm getting more turtles all over that calf with a pin-up style mermaid on the back of my calf, and the other side will have more of the same turtles only with pink and purple waves and flowers and an old school pirate ship on the back of my calf. Mermaids, my childhood favorite story to hear, pirate ships because my dad used to be in the Navy and now thinks he was a pirate in a past life or something. Good times I must say.

Anyway, I'm not looking forward to work tonight. Wrapping pastries tonight on top of my normal workload, though I do get to work with my amazing friend Charlie. I can't wait to hang with him. The only highlight to my evening, heh!

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