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mad_andyFunny, isn't it? When I'm at the studio, I post happy. When I'm back at the vets, I don't.
What really makes me want to scream is that there is no reason why the atmosphere at the practice shouldn't be as easy going as it is at the studio.
But it isn't.
Anyway. Highlights today:
Chris (and everybody else, swines) talked me into getting my rook pierced. My last protest was that I couldn't afford it (piercings cost me a fiver, which is the cost of the jewellry.)
Chris offered to pay. I respectfully declined.
They nagged until I yelled "Fine! If I get it done will you shut up?"
They shut up until lunchtime, when Nurse was really, really bored and started asking when her rook was coming in. I gave in at two.
Jon warned his client (both boys were flat out) that they might hear some squeaking.
No, what they heard was:
"YeeeeeeeeeeeearrrrrrrrrgghowwwWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAmotherFUCKER!"
GodDAMN but that hurt. Nurse was beside herself with laughter. Big Dave the other apprentice was prostrate with hysteria on the piercing bed. There was shocked silence for a moment from the other end of the studio, which became a round of applause and a great deal of laughter...!
Chris came and told me it was a good job he hadn't been lining at the time, because both he and his client had collapsed when they heard me yelp. Gits!
So now I have a tragus, conch *AND* rook.
OW!
Anyway. Had several more of the delightful experiences of being told to draw something and doing so, having the client happy and bish-bosh on it went. I can't describe how the trust that Jon and Chris have in me to be able to produce what both they and the client went - on the fly, no preparation, mind to page to skin - makes me feel. Confidence breeds confidence, I suppose.
Yeah, I expect at some point there'll be a crash. But right now I am flying!
Closed up the shop, went to the pub next door. Chris promptly astounded me again - first by forgetting that my left thigh has a big sore tattoo on it and giving me a friendly slap (I fell off my chair), then by telling me that not only should I bring my own mug in (big step, y'know) and that he was ordering me some shirts (official Atomic Tattoos ones wiv my name and stuff!)... but that he wants me to have his spot at the Derby tattoo convention next year.
You could have knocked me over with a feather.
You see, places at tattoo conventions are like gold. A studio applies, they are vetted and if they pass (if their artists and their operation meet standards) they're offered a slot to work. Chris - well, Atomic - has been offered two chairs at the convention. Chris has one tattoo booked to do... and then wants me to take over the chair.
He's that sure I will not only make the grade, but be good.
*Gulp*
I keep wanting to pinch myself to see if this is all real. But sometimes the winds of fortune can blow the right way even for me, right?
I think I'll put it down to my theory of Reverse Karma - all this good shit is bought and fucking paid for!
OK, so maybe it'll all come tumbling down around my ears at some point. But right now?
Life is good.
What really makes me want to scream is that there is no reason why the atmosphere at the practice shouldn't be as easy going as it is at the studio.
But it isn't.
Anyway. Highlights today:
Chris (and everybody else, swines) talked me into getting my rook pierced. My last protest was that I couldn't afford it (piercings cost me a fiver, which is the cost of the jewellry.)
Chris offered to pay. I respectfully declined.
They nagged until I yelled "Fine! If I get it done will you shut up?"
They shut up until lunchtime, when Nurse was really, really bored and started asking when her rook was coming in. I gave in at two.
Jon warned his client (both boys were flat out) that they might hear some squeaking.
No, what they heard was:
"YeeeeeeeeeeeearrrrrrrrrgghowwwWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAmotherFUCKER!"
GodDAMN but that hurt. Nurse was beside herself with laughter. Big Dave the other apprentice was prostrate with hysteria on the piercing bed. There was shocked silence for a moment from the other end of the studio, which became a round of applause and a great deal of laughter...!
Chris came and told me it was a good job he hadn't been lining at the time, because both he and his client had collapsed when they heard me yelp. Gits!
So now I have a tragus, conch *AND* rook.
OW!
Anyway. Had several more of the delightful experiences of being told to draw something and doing so, having the client happy and bish-bosh on it went. I can't describe how the trust that Jon and Chris have in me to be able to produce what both they and the client went - on the fly, no preparation, mind to page to skin - makes me feel. Confidence breeds confidence, I suppose.
Yeah, I expect at some point there'll be a crash. But right now I am flying!
Closed up the shop, went to the pub next door. Chris promptly astounded me again - first by forgetting that my left thigh has a big sore tattoo on it and giving me a friendly slap (I fell off my chair), then by telling me that not only should I bring my own mug in (big step, y'know) and that he was ordering me some shirts (official Atomic Tattoos ones wiv my name and stuff!)... but that he wants me to have his spot at the Derby tattoo convention next year.
You could have knocked me over with a feather.
You see, places at tattoo conventions are like gold. A studio applies, they are vetted and if they pass (if their artists and their operation meet standards) they're offered a slot to work. Chris - well, Atomic - has been offered two chairs at the convention. Chris has one tattoo booked to do... and then wants me to take over the chair.
He's that sure I will not only make the grade, but be good.
*Gulp*
I keep wanting to pinch myself to see if this is all real. But sometimes the winds of fortune can blow the right way even for me, right?
I think I'll put it down to my theory of Reverse Karma - all this good shit is bought and fucking paid for!
OK, so maybe it'll all come tumbling down around my ears at some point. But right now?
Life is good.
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Date: 2006-08-19 09:59 pm (UTC)*hugggles*
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Date: 2006-08-19 10:31 pm (UTC)I passed out 5 minutes after getting a simple earlobe piercing...and so that was my only and final experiment with any kind of body modification. Mega-props to you!
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Date: 2006-08-19 10:42 pm (UTC)...I think!
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Date: 2006-08-19 11:15 pm (UTC)Like I've said before, I can get a tattoo done, and am even willing to get another one sometime....but keep piercing utensils away from me.
I'm a wuss, sue me. *snorts*
Though, I'm very glad things are going good for you. *hugs*
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Date: 2006-08-20 04:38 am (UTC)Good grief, you're gonna run out of stuff to be pierced before long!
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Date: 2006-08-20 09:15 am (UTC)So is a nose ring in your future as well? ;)
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Date: 2006-08-20 03:35 pm (UTC)