Ed eccomi qua, con la pancia gonfia e ancora 5 giorni di lavoro prima delle vacanze.
L'ultima volta che ho scritto un post Annie non era ancora tornata e io riponevo in lei le mie speranze per tornare alla serenita'. Beh, adesso e' tornata e come una raffica inattesa in un momento di piatta ha rigonfiato a pieno le mie vele.
La settimana del suo rientro e' volata in un lampo, siamo andati fuori a cena the same evening and instead of choosing a restaurant, I chose a mixed platter of sushi and a bottle of sparkling wine while sitting on a rock centennial park's secluded, perfect evening, then two days later, on Christmas Eve with half 'of my office, Efrem and Sean, the evening ended at 2 with a giant sombrero on his head found not know exactly where. A Christmas house Nivi and Steve for a quiet lunch and that 'went on until 7, when we got home our ideas of a quiet evening were shocked by the crazy Irish and so new party into the night.
A little 'relaxation in the following days to recover from Christmas, a trip to the mountains and blue sea, a day at Watson's Bay invigorate my body, before returning to work.
Saturday morning involves the entire band on a mission tattoo, I think that there are months and finally I have no more 'doubts, I know what I know and especially where and arrive at the store half an hour before opening, I feel stupid at the beginning but when the doors open I have 10 people lined up behind me and the feeling of stupidity 'has' turned into security ... When I get are all trembling monster of a tattoo design and I was offered a quote of 280/300 money, bleaching, I think about 30 seconds and then politely decline I'm leaving disconsolate. Despite
Efrem keeps telling me that he thought the price and 'more' I'm not convinced that adequate and in any case I can afford, will be 'even the best studio in Sydney (and there are hundreds), but 300 seems too much money to me. I headed to another place I had read, you enter a whole other impression. The first study, spending all shiny and full of neon and giant drawings on the walls, with a Harley in the window and looked low tables inside the temple of the must-have, the second is' the opposite: no windows with the door 1000 designed by tattoo colored cabinets ikea style but at least 20 years, the typical standard catalogs with tattoos hanging on the walls in large files and a number of awards over the years. The place scares me a bit 'but at the same time gives me' I know not what to trust, ask for a quote and I am told 170; a lot better, but I will not do anything rash so thank you and I go, I want to gather some more information on the first place.
work Monday to lose a bit 'of time online, find out' that this place and 'highly recommended, and that' open since 1984 (and you should never change anything since) and that the owner tattooed by year 60. The excellent reviews reassure me, as already 'knew in my heart this and' the right place.
Monday afternoon I try to get back in the studio, but the row and 'impractical, must' call Annie on the following day to complete the mission. Ask you to do with the owner, a guy in his sixties, belly huge, black tank top and flip-flops, he has tattoos everywhere, not a long beard well cared for, above all look bad and does not speak, grunt. There is no 'doubt, this can not' do the tattoo artist in life, the only other option would be the rider, but since it has a tattoo parlor ...
For 30 minutes I was able to test a new level in my scale of pain, suffering unprecedented but the end result and 'beautiful, man is not talking (man I'd call the beast, but with this name we have already' baptized qulcun other) and 'fully successful in his mission, was able to draw with the needles signs of a stroke, and once finished the job, I gave a smile and a handshake. I suspect that I did not talk because he 'did not seem the typical customer of the study, with my jeans and polo long I was definitely abnormal, probably my shut up and do the usual stupid questions from Checchetto office that is being done by the tattoo bikers have calmed his anger.
New Year on the beach at Bondi Beach for what was to be a super party and 'the only sore point of the past week, the party was a aschifezza and music as well, and' clear that the musical tastes and the concept of party our mind after years of Slovenia are quite different from those sydneiani. Friday was the last working day of Glenn, and 'party for a couple of weeks of vacation in Thailand, leaving me in charge of training a new guy and part of his duties. Now I only have to decide whether you can cancel or reduce payments important decisions such as: whether and in what way customers think and find solutions to cash in short, are in charge ... very ridiculous.
From Monday begins my last week, it seems incredible that I managed to resist all this time, although it is clearly a tedious job and no future I reached the end of the contract, and it makes me proud.
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