So I got promoted at work, win.
Got the boy down this weekend, double win.
And have another sesh with Chris tomorrow. Nom. All the places I'm getting inked ATM are apparently the most painful, back of your knees anyone? Input please. Though by the time I read it I will have already got mine done.
It's also valentines tomorrow, Emily and I are going to the pub. Seeing as mine is 150 miles away, and hers, well she doesn't technically have a boy. She'll have to put up with me for now.

Only place in the u.k without snow, typical. I had my tummy tattooed, start of something long and painful. Can actually bend over at the moment. What a shame.
Also, had my hood right up, storming into town without and peripheral vision. Walked straight into my ex, didn't realise what had happened until he crossed the street, looked back and gave me that look he's perfected just for me. Amazing.
On a happy note, my friend is coming to stay for a few days. ^^ providing the wheather let's him, so we are getting wastey pants tonight.

First three day of holiday.
Well I didn't sleep all Saturday night, so ended up sleeping from 8pm Sunday to 12.30am Monday. You do the maths.
Very lovely time was had though however I'm totally still horny.
Since then, I went to see le mis. My mates magic show, got my hair and eye brows done. And I'm currently relaxing before being tattooed tomorrow. Lovely lovely.

As a pericer there are only so many things this company will actually train you to do.
I had a guy come in yesterday asking for something I had never heard of.
"It's like a horizontal p.a, you should know what it is."
"We'll I'm sorry, I've not been trained to do that. I can do a regular p.a or laddering?"
"Fuck that its boring, what kind of piercer are you."
"I'm sorry sir, I'd happily give it a go, but you'd probably end up in A&E and you would also have to sign a form promising not to sue me."

I really like doing p.a piercing usually, the guys who get them done are fun, chatty, and know what's going on. I prayed this guy would piss off. There is nothing worse than a cocky man of the world, who thinks he's better than me. I'm sweet no matter what, if the guy pulled down his pants and revealed it bent all the way back I'd smile and carry on. I've had drunk guys try and grab me ass, guys throw up on me. Bleed so much I've had to change. But I think I would have had gritted teeth and sheathed him if he had singed up.

Rant over, last day until my week off! I'm getting on it like sonic tonight.

I think there should be an age limit on stretching ears, I had to serve a ten year old boy a 16mm stretcher today. His mum paid for it. Made me a bit angry really.

Adding to the icky this week, the relationship I was in ended.

So now I have 3 days of buiring my head in work, trying to not angry stab people. And then getting totally wasted on the weekend. Plus all of next week off. So many many fun times to be had.

I had to do a faith today, they are so tricky, I dread them.( Look them up) but I was a boss about it, in and out in 5 mins. Boo ya.

So today was not a good day.
My manager actually made me cry.
We had different opinions as to how to do deal with a lady, who's piercing would not go back in. I was trying to explain that I understood she had spent a lot of money, and that it had caused her a lot of pain. But I couldn't get the damn thing back in. She got very rowdy, and to try and sweeten the mood a little I said we might be able to get her a little discount if she wanted it done again. I was in the studio with her a good half hour, very frustrated.
Went down to explain the situation to my manager, long story short I got shouted at, and the women left swearing at us. Joy. This was after something very important didn't happen that was meant to. Very Important.
So on the sofa in my comfy leggings, watching the Simpsons hoping tomorrow will be better.
On the bright side, I did get made key holder today.

Sundays are usually pretty uneventful, it was so quiet today we actually ate Burger King behind the counter. Shh though, very naughty of us.
I had a hilarious girl come get her septum done, people like that are the reason I love my job. Chatty, bubbly, and brave. It's gotten to the point where if I see a girl that looks the age of 13-17 go straight to the counter, with friends or parent, it doesn't matter. I know what's going to happen, and I sigh, loudly.
I think the record for me being stuck with a scared little girl is 45 mins for a belly button, she was 14, and would not let me near her. Crying, shaking, her mum screaming at her to lie down.
I've also had a 6 year old getting her lobes done, did one fine, no problem. But then proceeded to, kick me, scream and cry until her mum actually had to pin her down. I felt fucking awful after that, that kid will have a life long fear because of that bad experience. The thing is though, if you know your child well, you should know how they might react to this sort of thing. When I have kids they're not having anything done until they're 12, so they won't be scared and understand how to look after it.
I had a mum come in with a baby, literally one years old, wanting her ears done. Company policy is 5 years old at the youngest, I even fell bad about that. She got in a right strop with me.
There was one guy today, who came in with a swollen lip. He had a 12mm in already. It had grown over the back, I was kinda worried he would have to get it cut out at A&E, luckily (after 20mins) I got it changed for a longer bar. But bloody hell, he was in so much pain.
So apart from that, and dancing around the empty shop to Emily's phone, cleverly plugged into the speakers. Very dull, I have a feeling tomorrow will be better. Keep you posted, I have new p.js to put on, *bliss*

So working in a place that sells clothes as well as a piercing service, can sometimes attract odd people.
Thus I present the story of the cross dressing tape guy.
It's not a very busy day, I've had about 4 piercings. And I'm helping out on the shop floor, a guy comes in and very quietly tells me he wants to buy a dress for a thing he has coming up. I'm not a stranger to cross dresses coming in, they're usually quiet fun. This guy seemed a bit odd, and as I walked him around suggesting which would be the best fit, or more glitzy. He said.
"Ooh last time I dressed up like this, it got me into a lot of trouble in a hotel bathroom." ...I didn't ask.
He said he'd come back later on, and he did....stinking of booze. He picks up a tight fitting iron fist dress, and asks to try it on. I'm waiting outside the fitting room, like we're told to do in case customers need other sizes. And I hear. Grunt grunt.
"Have you possible got an first aid tape."-man
"Er no, I think we have some parcel tape...would that work?"-me
"I guess that will have to do."- man
So I find him some, he opens the curtain wide. He is totally naked.
Now I don't mind seeing cocks up in the studio, that cool beans, I have gloves on. But he wanted me to help him tape up his dick for tucking perposes.
"I'm sorry sir, I'm not allowed to help you in that way." Cringe cringe cringe.
He leaves, very disgruntled, not before making some very distressing noises taking the tape off himself....and telling me that what had happened in the bathroom would have been a lot worse, if there had not been moisturiser about.
He left the tape on the fitting room floor. I found gloves before picking it up.