So apparently a big-named Hip-hop artist is getting tattooed by Spade tonight.
So?
So.
Names have been changed to protect me.
Spade. Manager, tattoo artist. Rad chick, a little off.
Timepiece. Apprentice.
The perfectionist. Tattoo artist, disgruntled over working in a street shop, apparently has a fine arts degree.
More as I get to know them.
Good shop, but…
some crazy people in here. Like, f’real.
Keep it tuned here for the cast of characters.
New shop, new bullshit.
I was told, YESTERDAY, to show up at 1pm. I am here, been here for a half hour. The shop’s not even unlocked and open. The shop hours are 12pm - 3am on Saturdays.
This is insane.
Belatedly, I was not fired.
I was laid off. Apparently the slow season is even slower than I’d thought.
I spoke to my “old” boss today, he informed me he’d call me back in a few weeks when one of the other piercers left.
Not holding my breath.
So apparently I’ve been fired.
I went to leave at the end of my shift? And I got paid and sent on my way.
Awkward.
Shoulda thrown Australia under the bus.
So what’s a girl to do?
One of the other piercers, let’s call her… Australia, has apparently not been piercing nearly as long as I’d thought - and she keeps making mistakes… bad ones. Mistakes that I then have to deal with because they come back angry.
I just fixed a woman’s monroe. Australia hadn’t screwed the ball on tight enough, and it fell off this woman’s piercing. She and her girlfriend bought a stud on the go from somewhere, in order to not lose the piercing completely, and came to me to put proper jewelry in.
I’m glad they did, because the stud was way too small, and causing indentations which were bleeding and pussing.
I’m not sure what to do about this. As a piercer, I care about this, and Australia seems to be fucking up a lot…
crazy artist is crazy
This artist is convinced he’s descended from Native Americans - but the way he says things are so wrong and so off…
He doesn’t know anything about Native Nations. at all.
He knows like, three things.
and he thinks he knows it all.
and he’s getting me angry.
How not to have a piercing. Part Deux.
Come to me with a vagina smelling like the before part of a Summer’s Eve commercial.
- I have to stick my face pretty close, thanks.
Cringe visibly when I haven’t even put gloves on yet.
- Psyching yourself out will only make your piercing hurt more, and annoy me.
