Month: July 2004

Ok, sounding 15 is fine by me, especially when it results in solicitors asking if my parents are home. Getting hit on by 15-year-olds, no. Not fun. Especially when they’re trying to sound suave and playing up the “masseuse” angle. It’s annoying, especially when asking for “a couple of minutes” to “try [me] out”, while I’m cleaning up to leave. And the audacity of this kid, he asked for 15 minutes…free. Yeah, right. Told him to check back tomorrow and ask the therapist on duty. But yeah, made it pretty obvious, “if you know what I’m getting at.”

aurgh. And I was still in a bad mood to boot. This day, was made completely worthless, and I never got an opportunity to work on my logo that I need for Monday.

Ok, this little kitty is seriously traumatized. Yesterday, after a decent day in a hot, sweaty, non-air conditioned store, a elder woman walks up to my counter, a few hours before closing, looks at me, and asks, “So, do you have your nipples pierced?” I sat stunned for a few minutes, not grasping the fact that someone my gram’s age just asked me this question. Looked at her, with that wonderful, “did you just ask me that” look and said, “no.” Her response, “Do you have any covered up?” Mine, “No.” Her, “Do you have your tongue pierced?” Me, “Yes.” Her, “Your belly button?” Me, “No.” Her, “Why did you stop there?” Me, “Because needles aren’t supposed to go in some places.” Her, “So what’s your statement?” Me, “I don’t have a statement. My dad thinks I do, but he won’t listen to me when I say I don’t.” Her, “Everyone has a statement they make with what they put on their body.” Me, “I don’t.” Her, “Yes you do.” Me, “Ok, it’s all about me, that’s it. Does that make you happy?” Her, “See, you do have a statement, and I can see that it’s all about you. You have them where people can see them.” Me, “Have a nice day Ma’am.”

I was doing fine until I looked at the Work Twins. Then I lost it and burst out laughing for 20 minutes and couldn’t stop. I don’t know if I was laughing because it was extremely uncomfortable, or laughing because it was damned annoying and it was the only response I could summon. But I’ve decided I will not be as polite the next time she comes in and asks that. Where I’m pierced is nobody’s business but my own, and those who are allowed to see them (to make sure they don’t pull them out on accident).

*sigh* It also makes me wonder. Yesterday was lesbian day at the store, not that I really care about someone’s sexual orientation. But it calls me to question why I always get hit on by women, and not men. I seem to scare men, and women seem to think that I’m batting for their team. Maybe I need to dress in ruffles.

This week has been astounding. I mean seriously astounding. I’ve always enjoyed working on others with a life challenge and I’ve gotten plenty of that this week. It was also quite fulfilling to assist them in getting around the hotel.

For those who haven’t heard, this week was the convention for the National Federation for the Blind. It was amazing to see the ends, to which, the hotel went to accommodate these people. Hundreds of seeing eye dogs, people trying to make their way around, yelling at a person they couldn’t find. Just watching these people make their way around a complicated hotel was just inspiring. They have a lifestyle that many would shun them for, as a client of mine’s friend suffered, yet they are still joyful!

Today, I almost yelled at kids and parents of Taekwondo competitors. I walked several of the NFB attendees over to the childcare room, and they were practicing forms and almost hitting these people after I said to stop, so we could walk through. I found it quite disconcerting and rude, and the parents just added to it. *sigh*

I greatly appreciate being around other people who can understand where I’m at, I feel comfortable with them, even though they don’t understand why I stand with them.

One of these days, I’ll be comfortable with myself.

Oh yeah, forgot to mention this….

There’s a reason to not fuck with me sometimes. And for that, the moron I shift with on Fridays is now on-call instead of on-duty. Apparently, he was bitching about me, saying he was going to quit if I wasn’t taken off that shift. Now, he’s been fairing better on Fridays than I have, so what exactly does he have to bitch about? I showed up earlier than him a couple times? Oh darn!

I’m psyched. I have my laptop back and running (may every god bless Apple with abundant monetary returns) and the meeting this morning was awesome. Granted, there are a few things I’m curious about, as far as what I’ve been told from my end, and what I’m learning from the other end. Must have meeting with my group, because I need to know this stuff.

In other news, I worked on several blind people over this week, Int’l Fed. for the Blind convention, and these people are awesome! I’ve never felt so fulfilled in working on people as I have this week, as well as helping them orient themselves to their new surroundings. It’s just bloody awesome.