I made it.
My tattoo apprenticeship has now officially come to an end- as in finished, over and finally completed. I am now a tattooist. That's right. Bianka is a tattoo artist. I have a trade, for ever onwards. I am fucking stoked, really happy, kind of ... in shock I suppose. I did have a fair inkling of what was going on but I wasn't certain. They told me we were having a staff night starting once a month and that I was going to pick first. I picked horseriding first but Jimmy said no, so then I picked bowling. Ten pins it was.
Arrived there, the new apprentice's dad Chris nearly blew the cover when we arrived. He said, so tonight's the night you graduate (I stared with a perplexed look upon my face) while everyone scrambled for a verbal save hahaa. We got in there, got our shoes and the lanes set up- then called me over and handed me a box and card wrapped with pirate paper. I opened it up and it said, Congradulations you are finally a tattooist (Junior) . Inside the wrapping was two brand new Micky Sharpz boxes (hell yeah SCORE!). It was like a really strange feeling, all these people hovering about expectantly. I looked around at everyone a little bewildered and actually felt tears well in my eyes.
My boss said if he knew it was going to upset me so much he'd just take the tattoo machines back and they could extend my apprenticeship for another year! Haha.
It was awesome. And amazing. And what I have been waiting for for two years. I was surprisingly emotional considering. It really means the world to me and I am proud of myself for making it this fair. And grateful to the people who made it possible. The Tattoo Thirst crew were all there and so the show went on and we all played bowling. Had some great laughs at each other. Driz and Andy went home, and the rest of us went to Thai dinner which was delicious.
I still can't believe I have two Micky Sharpz machines, that is fucking wicked!!!
Jimmy is such an angel, he organised it all. So beautiful, he really made my whole 'graduation' special. I will remember this night for the rest of my life.
I have this thing about numbers and dates- 8 is my number and 6 is Jimmy's. So eight and six tend to appear in odd places. The date I was made a tattooist was the 19.04.2009 if you add those numbers together and break them down to a single digit, the number of todays date is 8. I wore size 6 bowling shoes and Jimmy's were 8. To me it's just a little sign that everything is as it should be.
I am following my destiny and chasing after my dreams. Becoming a tattooist has been something I have lusted after and strived towards for years and now I have finally been granted that privellage.
I am Bianka the tattooist.
=)
Arrived there, the new apprentice's dad Chris nearly blew the cover when we arrived. He said, so tonight's the night you graduate (I stared with a perplexed look upon my face) while everyone scrambled for a verbal save hahaa. We got in there, got our shoes and the lanes set up- then called me over and handed me a box and card wrapped with pirate paper. I opened it up and it said, Congradulations you are finally a tattooist (Junior) . Inside the wrapping was two brand new Micky Sharpz boxes (hell yeah SCORE!). It was like a really strange feeling, all these people hovering about expectantly. I looked around at everyone a little bewildered and actually felt tears well in my eyes.
My boss said if he knew it was going to upset me so much he'd just take the tattoo machines back and they could extend my apprenticeship for another year! Haha.
It was awesome. And amazing. And what I have been waiting for for two years. I was surprisingly emotional considering. It really means the world to me and I am proud of myself for making it this fair. And grateful to the people who made it possible. The Tattoo Thirst crew were all there and so the show went on and we all played bowling. Had some great laughs at each other. Driz and Andy went home, and the rest of us went to Thai dinner which was delicious.
I still can't believe I have two Micky Sharpz machines, that is fucking wicked!!!
Jimmy is such an angel, he organised it all. So beautiful, he really made my whole 'graduation' special. I will remember this night for the rest of my life.
I have this thing about numbers and dates- 8 is my number and 6 is Jimmy's. So eight and six tend to appear in odd places. The date I was made a tattooist was the 19.04.2009 if you add those numbers together and break them down to a single digit, the number of todays date is 8. I wore size 6 bowling shoes and Jimmy's were 8. To me it's just a little sign that everything is as it should be.
I am following my destiny and chasing after my dreams. Becoming a tattooist has been something I have lusted after and strived towards for years and now I have finally been granted that privellage.
I am Bianka the tattooist.
=)