Friday, September 24, 2004
Before work Keri (my manager) pierced my ears (twice in the lobes and once in the right ear cartilage). I got a sapphire daisy for the first poking, a stainless steel ball for the second, and a barbell for the cartilage. It looks... feminine. All three, with a bottle of solution, only cost $33.41. I figured I would take advantage of this employee discount, as I might not stick with this particular job long if I can locate a more lucrative position elsewhere.
I sort of teared up as Rebecca (one of the assistant managers) pierced a little girl's ears. The kid (who turns ten tomorrow, her mother informed me) actually started shaking, and her cute little face turned red. She didn't say, 'No, Mommy, don't make me do it!' but she was quite terrified, poor thing. Rebecca pierced the first ear and said, 'See, we're halfway done, and this isn't so bad, is it?' which did not reassure the child in the slightest. Her lips quivered and she grabbed her mother's hand.
I can't pierce a kid's ears if he/she doesn't really want me to! How can parents be so cruel? And babies- they make me squeamish enough already; I can't charge at one with a needle.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 8:12 PM]