1/20/2002 06:59:19 PM
i'm kind of excited about tomorrow. it all began this afternoon, when i found my 1/2 inch barbell in the q-tip jar. i had been looking for it ever since i quit wal-mart, because their fascist no facial jewelry policy was no longer my concern, and i wanted to put my tongue stud back in, but i could never find it. of course the hole was closed over, more severly then usual too, a blunt end cross stiching needle wasn't going to do the trick. i have an old 14 guage piercing needle laying around, left over from my short stint working in a tattoo shop in indiana as a piercer, and i made a new hole using that. it was slow going and pretty painful, but oddly enough, not as much as the initial piercing. to combat the swelling we went to 7-11 to get slurpees, and there it was, hanging in the window. a crudely hung help wanted sign, with evenings and weekends scrawled in magic marker. full or part time. beauty i thought. so i'm going to go apply tomorrow. it's close to ym house, and i like the idea of working a la lone gun, without 12 supervisors in cheap ties scurrying around looking for things to hassle me about. if i have to refill the condiment bar or schlep out some hot dogs, so be it. it seems like a nice quiet pud gig. just right for me, for now anyways.

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