I skipped work on Wednesday.
After working back-to-back 50+ hour weeks, it was nice to take a day off. Went 'n got 7+ hours of work done to my left arm and back. I remember remarking to Tom that, "you and I can no longer be friends, once you decide to finish working on my collarbone."
"Funny," says he. "I'm working on that next!"
Yeah, thought I could get away clean this time. No dice. Nice thing is that I was pretty tired 'n rundown after sitting in the chair that long, so my body had kinda' given up all hopes of bitchin' about the pain. As usual, I slept for a few hours in the chair. The other tattooists in the shop always find this amusing.
I realized that I now have over $10,000 in ink in my arms, back, and ribs. That there be a real sobering thought. What's frightening is that I'm roughly 1/3 through with my wings right now. Thank god I ain't gots no lil Irish bastards runnin' around, and I've somehow got some sorta "job security" at my current position (pay attention in school, you little shits!).
As I sit here, trying my best to get the day's humidity and all that beer outta my system, I'm working on polishing off as much of this box of dry cheerios as is humanly possible. Sadly, the cheerios are winning. Next time, cheerios. Next time.
Was supposed to work this weekend. Said, "fuck it" today, and went shooting with some friends. Got a new English Longbow in the early a.m. Fuck it. 'twas a present from myself, for myself. Spent too much, but it sure is purdy. Shoots like a dream. Spent nearly every minute from 11:00a.m. 'til 7:00p.m. alternating between shooting, drinking, and eating undercooked (yum!) hamburgers. Mostly shooting. Oh, and sweating my balls off. Lovely, innit I?
Might make an appearance at the office tomorrow (Sunday. Yes, I am lame) in order to sort through accumulated E-mails and do some mindless workflow duties for a few hours. Then I'm being forced by my buddies to head up to Southern MD to shoot some more. I'm sure the imbibing of tasty, fermented liquids will be involved, as will the throwing of axes and knives (we're a scary bunch, we are).
Other than the whole "work sure is getting in the way of me having fun" thing... life's pretty good at the moment.
Today I got the kill shot on 75-out-of-83 life-sized animal targets, including the velociraptor (I'm as confuzzled as you are?!).
g'night. I'ma pass the fuck out now.
After working back-to-back 50+ hour weeks, it was nice to take a day off. Went 'n got 7+ hours of work done to my left arm and back. I remember remarking to Tom that, "you and I can no longer be friends, once you decide to finish working on my collarbone."
"Funny," says he. "I'm working on that next!"
Yeah, thought I could get away clean this time. No dice. Nice thing is that I was pretty tired 'n rundown after sitting in the chair that long, so my body had kinda' given up all hopes of bitchin' about the pain. As usual, I slept for a few hours in the chair. The other tattooists in the shop always find this amusing.
I realized that I now have over $10,000 in ink in my arms, back, and ribs. That there be a real sobering thought. What's frightening is that I'm roughly 1/3 through with my wings right now. Thank god I ain't gots no lil Irish bastards runnin' around, and I've somehow got some sorta "job security" at my current position (pay attention in school, you little shits!).
As I sit here, trying my best to get the day's humidity and all that beer outta my system, I'm working on polishing off as much of this box of dry cheerios as is humanly possible. Sadly, the cheerios are winning. Next time, cheerios. Next time.
Was supposed to work this weekend. Said, "fuck it" today, and went shooting with some friends. Got a new English Longbow in the early a.m. Fuck it. 'twas a present from myself, for myself. Spent too much, but it sure is purdy. Shoots like a dream. Spent nearly every minute from 11:00a.m. 'til 7:00p.m. alternating between shooting, drinking, and eating undercooked (yum!) hamburgers. Mostly shooting. Oh, and sweating my balls off. Lovely, innit I?
Might make an appearance at the office tomorrow (Sunday. Yes, I am lame) in order to sort through accumulated E-mails and do some mindless workflow duties for a few hours. Then I'm being forced by my buddies to head up to Southern MD to shoot some more. I'm sure the imbibing of tasty, fermented liquids will be involved, as will the throwing of axes and knives (we're a scary bunch, we are).
Other than the whole "work sure is getting in the way of me having fun" thing... life's pretty good at the moment.
Today I got the kill shot on 75-out-of-83 life-sized animal targets, including the velociraptor (I'm as confuzzled as you are?!).
g'night. I'ma pass the fuck out now.
It might be a good thing that velociraptor was a target you neve rknow when they might come back and try to take over the world