Lithuanian in a New World.
I started the apprenticeship on Tuesday. By Wednesday night, I was setting up the piercing station, cleaning up afterwards, putting in jewelry (if someone came in because the ball in their CBR popped out, I put in the ball), writing up tickets for tattoo artists, answering the phone, and generally being the go-to girl for everything. It is intense. No one there expects to repeat themselves, so I better get it right the first time. I'm learning the obvious and the little known secrets. No one is being vicious, but I'm expecting to prove myself at every turn. It's difficult, and I still have doubts if I can do it. At the same time, a hidden facet of my personality is rearing it's head. I want to learn this. No, not even learn, but excel. I see the artists that work in the shop and find their work ethics to be a revelation. They come in on their days off because they love what they do. Perfectionists and genuine in their passion. It would be easy to turn around and just keep looking for another comfy job, but I can see myself wearing the 'piercer' label with an extreme pride. I want it. And I get what I want.
There's a silent rift at my workplace. Another coworker is going through a revelation of her own and has told the owner she is looking for another job. There is no animosity or discomfort, it's only to be expected that eventually everyone walks away. She has ambitions of her own that, personally, I think she has a natural interest in and should pursue. We will see what happens there.
The condo continues to be a work in progress. Tom and I talk about how we want to stop by the local animal shelter and see the lonely critters that are available. We both love Welsh Pembrook Corgis but guinea pigs sound nice too. Who knows. Maybe I'll end up with another rat! Or fish. It's all just thoughts at the moment.
I'm going to be working for the next two weeks straight. My best friend hasn't talked to me on the phone for more than year. If you don't hear from me, don't be surprised. It's the curse of being an introvert.
There's a silent rift at my workplace. Another coworker is going through a revelation of her own and has told the owner she is looking for another job. There is no animosity or discomfort, it's only to be expected that eventually everyone walks away. She has ambitions of her own that, personally, I think she has a natural interest in and should pursue. We will see what happens there.
The condo continues to be a work in progress. Tom and I talk about how we want to stop by the local animal shelter and see the lonely critters that are available. We both love Welsh Pembrook Corgis but guinea pigs sound nice too. Who knows. Maybe I'll end up with another rat! Or fish. It's all just thoughts at the moment.
I'm going to be working for the next two weeks straight. My best friend hasn't talked to me on the phone for more than year. If you don't hear from me, don't be surprised. It's the curse of being an introvert.