A piercing tale

You know how when you are drunk and you come up with great ideas with your friends?

It never ends well.

The mammoth peer pressure I felt,  on that day was beyond anything I've ever felt before.  I don't regret it, but I wouldn't be bothered if I didn't have it.

So one night when my friends and I were all all the vodka in Sydney, we thought it would be a great idea for us all to get piercings the next day.  Having a crippling fear of needles, I only agreed as I was so drunk somebody could of told me I was going in for trans-gender surgery the next day and I would of thought it a brilliant plan.

When I woke up the next day, I did remember the plan but hoped that everyone else would of forgotten.

I was not so lucky.

So with full acceptance that I was going to have another hole in my body, and that if that hole was anywhere near my face, my mother would kill me, we all went to Newtown in Sydney (which is kinda the place to go for piercings and tattoos and made a booking.

One of my friends got dermals in his arm.

Another a lip ring.

When I told them all I wanted was my second holes done, my friends were not impressed.  I agreed to go a little more daring and agreed to the top part of my ear.

I don't know how it happened.  I could of still been drunk from the night before, but I made the appointment to get my tragus pierced.

My other friends went in first as I slowly freaked out in the waiting room.  They came out one by one with tales of how cranky the guy doing it was.

Finally it was my turn.

Everyone wanted to come in and watch me which the guy was fine with.  He marked me up and then told me to lie down.  I started freaking out and told him that I was terrified of needles.  His reply.

"Well close your F**kin eyes then"

Oh God!

A tight squeeze from my friends hand, a comforting word from another friend, and a sharp needle bursting through my skin and I was done.

What I didn't think through was the inability to sleep on my right side.  Not being able to listen to music on the way to work with my headphones... ohh and the crazy infection that I got.

The infection got sad bad at one point that the skin started growing over the back of the piercing.  However after drenching it in saline solution every couple of hours it did heal, as I was determined to have this piercing as I had suffered for it.

Fast forward a couple of years later and I want to change the jewel into something prettier than a silver ball.  I was having some trouble changing it so went into another piercing place so they could do it.

"Who did this for you?"

The lovely tatted up guy asked as he was changing the jewel.

"I only ask because whoever did it, did it wrong.  It's too far in.  Did it get super infected?"

OH MY GOD!

I knew that guy was an a-hole.

I told him about my experience and he knew straight away who the guy was as he had quite a bad reputation in the piercing and tattoo community.  Something I would of liked to be told at the time.

I still have my tragus pierced.  Half because I feel cool and hip, the other half is because it looks ugly and I have a stupid hole in my ear.

Moral of the story, don't go out drinking with my friends, you will end up with piercings (and tattoos - but thats for a later post)

Aussie Out

xo

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The Aussie Traveler Cliché

Job hunting sucks.

Having to leave my job that I had to be able to go home for Christmas, I was stuck with the horribly annoying task of having to find a new job upon my return to London.

So it was only natural for me to then partake in the great Australian tradition of pub work.

I applied to work at a local pub that I had never stepped stepped into - I was a shoe-in.

What a surprise when my phone rang a couple of days later, asking me to come in for a trial.

I have never worked in a pub before.  I have however, spent a great deal of my life drinking in them, so with no confidence what so ever, and a killer hangover from all the cheap wine I had consumed the night before, #yolo, I walked in and hoped for the best.

I figured I wasn't off to the best start when I almost fell down the stairs to the cellar to leave my stuff.  Not an exaggeration by the way.  I have a habit of falling down the stairs, but i'll save that gem of a story for another time.

So once I got back up to the bar, I let the guy know the great news. 

I KNOW NOTHING!

The poor guy tried to explain everything to me.  But with the rugby playing, the pub was loud and busy, so I was kind of left to get on with it.

"Can I get an an Amstel with a top"

"Can I get a Fosters with lime"

"1 cappuccino please"

Oh My God!

So I quickly learnt that any time someone orders something with a top, it means add lemonade.

Add lime cordial to the fosters, not an actual lime!

And anyone who orders coffee in a bar can go to hell!

I spent an awful lot of my trial not knowing what to do.  How to pour a pint correctly.  And for the love of God, what glass do I use.

I did start getting the hang of it.  I totally poured a pint of Guinness like a boss!

I don't know why I didn't clue in that people would be drunk at a pub.  That's where I met Marco.  He was staring at me while I was behind the bar, so I checked that he had been served which he had been.  But then he quickly asked me if I would hang out with him at his house after my shift.

Let me just paint you guys a picture of Marco.  He had long greasy curly hair, round purple tinted sunglasses on- INSIDE - and a sleazy disposition.  Sort yourself out Marco.

So you can understand why I tried to be as nice as I could by making an excuse and walking away.

What I didn't realise was that he was sticking around in the pub and as I finished my trial ( it went alright by the end of it, so we shall have to see) Marco followed me out of the pub and started following me.

So I called Charlotte as we were planning to meet up.  However as I stopped walking, Marco stopped walking.  So there was no way of telling her "Yes I know we are 10 minutes away from each other but I think I am going to get raped" in any code that wouldn't be obvious.

So as I hung up the phone, he started talking to me again.

"What are you doing now"

"What are your plans for tonight"

"I like your hair colour.  Would you say its red?"

"This housemate you are meeting, is she a he or is he a she?"

Thankfully as I got to the station, I saw Charlotte and gave her the OH GOD PLEASE HELP ME eyes.

Marco looked as though he had hit the jackpot now that there was 2 of us.  When Charlotte asked him what his plans were for the night, he replied with "something fun, you girls are going to join me"

Thankfully Charlotte gave us a great excuse about friends coming over so there was no chance of anything "fun" with Marco.  We made a swift get away in the hopes of never having to see him again.

So all in all, I did enjoy working in a pub.  Quite stressful when you don't know what you are doing, but if I get the job, hopefully I can pick it up quickly.  That and try very hard not to become an alcoholic.

Aussie Out

xo

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