Ambivalence
I tell it like it is, & idgaf who doesn't like it.
I just thought that this would be a comical post. As we all experience some kind of work related non gore horror story once or many times during our lives.
So, I'll start this off.
This happened in August 2020. I was at the shop as usual. I didn't have many clients that day so I was just sitting around drawing. Around mid-afternoon a woman walks into the shop looking to get 3 tattoos. She wanted a female tattooist to do the job because she was Muslim (She told me that her husband wanted her to get the tattoos). And being that I was the only female tattooist there, I had to do the job. Fine, right?
So, we discuss the designs (Tribal) she wanted and got her set up with the paperwork, charged her the payment and I prepared the stencils and put up partition screens because the tattoos were one tramp stamp, one on her breast and one above her pubic area. So, I get her to my station and start placing the stencils, she then says in a passive manner to, "Excuse the smell". I, at that moment, didn't have any idea what she had meant. So I kept applying the stencils as she stood there. The first tattoo I did was the breast one, which went smoothly and took about a half hour, put the covering on it and that was that. But, when I got her to lay down so I can do the tramp stamp, I noticed a slight musky odor, but it wasn't anything much, so I kept tattooing for about an hour until that one was done. Covered that one and that was that for that one. So, when I got to the third and final tattoo, the one above her pubic area, I had her flip over on the tattoo bed and her legs spread open a bit while she was situating herself on her back.. that's when I seen this yucky ass brown stain on the crotch of her light colored spandex pants, and at that moment, I really started to smell the disgusting putrid stench wafting in the air. It was HORRID! I can't even begin to tell you how bad it was! My eyes started to burn and water, and even though I had my mask on, it didn't help much. I remember thinking to myself, "Oh my God G, hurry up through this horror show!" I didn't say anything to her about it, I just kept tattooing. But I was miserable. That final tattoo took me a little over an hour. I pulled those lines and colored it in as fast as I could without messing it up. Finally, when I was finished, I covered it and hurried Mrs. Crotchrot out of my station. She thanked me, tipped me and left. I can't remember how much Madacide I used to clean everything, but it was a lot! And a lot of air freshener to boot!
For the rest of the day I had that smell stuck in my nose. And to this day, I gag every time I tell the story. Simply, simply, disgusting.
So, I'll start this off.
This happened in August 2020. I was at the shop as usual. I didn't have many clients that day so I was just sitting around drawing. Around mid-afternoon a woman walks into the shop looking to get 3 tattoos. She wanted a female tattooist to do the job because she was Muslim (She told me that her husband wanted her to get the tattoos). And being that I was the only female tattooist there, I had to do the job. Fine, right?
So, we discuss the designs (Tribal) she wanted and got her set up with the paperwork, charged her the payment and I prepared the stencils and put up partition screens because the tattoos were one tramp stamp, one on her breast and one above her pubic area. So, I get her to my station and start placing the stencils, she then says in a passive manner to, "Excuse the smell". I, at that moment, didn't have any idea what she had meant. So I kept applying the stencils as she stood there. The first tattoo I did was the breast one, which went smoothly and took about a half hour, put the covering on it and that was that. But, when I got her to lay down so I can do the tramp stamp, I noticed a slight musky odor, but it wasn't anything much, so I kept tattooing for about an hour until that one was done. Covered that one and that was that for that one. So, when I got to the third and final tattoo, the one above her pubic area, I had her flip over on the tattoo bed and her legs spread open a bit while she was situating herself on her back.. that's when I seen this yucky ass brown stain on the crotch of her light colored spandex pants, and at that moment, I really started to smell the disgusting putrid stench wafting in the air. It was HORRID! I can't even begin to tell you how bad it was! My eyes started to burn and water, and even though I had my mask on, it didn't help much. I remember thinking to myself, "Oh my God G, hurry up through this horror show!" I didn't say anything to her about it, I just kept tattooing. But I was miserable. That final tattoo took me a little over an hour. I pulled those lines and colored it in as fast as I could without messing it up. Finally, when I was finished, I covered it and hurried Mrs. Crotchrot out of my station. She thanked me, tipped me and left. I can't remember how much Madacide I used to clean everything, but it was a lot! And a lot of air freshener to boot!
For the rest of the day I had that smell stuck in my nose. And to this day, I gag every time I tell the story. Simply, simply, disgusting.
