Fucking great.
When I get really good news, I am often loathe to put it in my LJ, this is a classic example why that is.
Basically, I've always wanted to be a tattooist. I love the designs, I love the colours and I love seeing them on peoples bodies - good or bad.
A new tattooist opened up near me, so I went to check it out, we got talking for ages, then I asked for an apprentiship. He said he'd been asked that so many times etc, but yes, he's impressed by my work, and spark and way with talking to people - so I've got the job.
Of course, I'm fucking overjoyed. He promises me his spare machine to use, that I can come in Saturday to get it all hooked up and to see him work.
Brill.
So, today is Saturday. I get there and his wife is there too, so it's going to be cramped. I wait outside the studio for about 10-15 mins, expecting Paul will call me in or introduce me. I give up, thinking they're busy and I should just go in. I shake her hand and introduce myself by name.
"So, are you getting a piercing or are you just hanging around?" She asks, testily.
Oh. Oh.. right. Um. "Um, no, I'm..." I look to Paul, who seems to be very busy staring at something else. "I'm hanging around, I guess! Heh!" I shake it off, thinking she means hanging to watch as she must know hes taken me on as his apprentice.
A guy gets drawn up for a tattoo, and I lurk, watching. I'm not invited into the studio, so I'm peering thro the door like some sortof creep. Once it's drawn, they go and have a cig and I talk to Paul, who smiles and says I can watch him get inked properly. Ace, cool.
So, they come back, and he starts the machine. I can't really see, through the handswidth of the door, but I cant barge right in as he is tattooing him on the bed right by it. So I stand, watching, doing my creepy person impression once more.
Until someone closes the door.
So yeah. I waited for a few mins, thinking Paul was going to laugh and open the door and introduce me as his fucking apprentice like he said he would. But no. And so I'm back in my room, feeling like I've been shat on.
Basically, I've always wanted to be a tattooist. I love the designs, I love the colours and I love seeing them on peoples bodies - good or bad.
A new tattooist opened up near me, so I went to check it out, we got talking for ages, then I asked for an apprentiship. He said he'd been asked that so many times etc, but yes, he's impressed by my work, and spark and way with talking to people - so I've got the job.
Of course, I'm fucking overjoyed. He promises me his spare machine to use, that I can come in Saturday to get it all hooked up and to see him work.
Brill.
So, today is Saturday. I get there and his wife is there too, so it's going to be cramped. I wait outside the studio for about 10-15 mins, expecting Paul will call me in or introduce me. I give up, thinking they're busy and I should just go in. I shake her hand and introduce myself by name.
"So, are you getting a piercing or are you just hanging around?" She asks, testily.
Oh. Oh.. right. Um. "Um, no, I'm..." I look to Paul, who seems to be very busy staring at something else. "I'm hanging around, I guess! Heh!" I shake it off, thinking she means hanging to watch as she must know hes taken me on as his apprentice.
A guy gets drawn up for a tattoo, and I lurk, watching. I'm not invited into the studio, so I'm peering thro the door like some sortof creep. Once it's drawn, they go and have a cig and I talk to Paul, who smiles and says I can watch him get inked properly. Ace, cool.
So, they come back, and he starts the machine. I can't really see, through the handswidth of the door, but I cant barge right in as he is tattooing him on the bed right by it. So I stand, watching, doing my creepy person impression once more.
Until someone closes the door.
So yeah. I waited for a few mins, thinking Paul was going to laugh and open the door and introduce me as his fucking apprentice like he said he would. But no. And so I'm back in my room, feeling like I've been shat on.