The Package

I told you I re-ordered the stuff from the package(s) that never arrived. This time, my thing were here practically before I could spit. Neatly packaged, slightly abused by the German postal system, sporting a stamp featuring an overpierced cartoon character. Boyfriend was up before me today and woke me up with it.

Yes, I managed to get out a good morning and I love you before I threw myself on the cardboard and cellotape with a victorinox product.

Inside were goodies. So many goodies.

There was jojoba oil. There was a new case to store my goodies in. There were silicone hider plugs and steel tunnels and skin eyelets. I may or may not have gone out later and bought myself some padlocks to wear through the eyelets. It's surprisingly comfy, even if I broke one of the cheap things already.

And there was a lot of loot for my septum. I've been trying it all out.

One of them, a captive bead ring, I can't open. I don't have steel ring openers and my plastic ones aren't sturdy enough for anything above 2 mm. It promises to be pretty in a semi-subtle way, though. If only I had money for a ring opener. Sigh.

There's a steel retainer that's comfy, not too big and has no sharp corners like my glass one has. Heavenly.

There's a delicate little pincer that looks a teensy bit more aggressive than I bargained for. It's also hard to get in place, so you need the O-rings that got delivered with it to make sure you don't dislodge it whenever you sneeze.

And then there's the labrador of the pack: a fun, huge circular barbell. It's got two big balls on it, it looks sort of clumsy, but it stays where it's supposed to and it's very comfortable. I wore it practically all day and discovered that licking ice cream cones with it is a bit tricky, but apart from that, I'd wear it all the time, unless the CBR proves equally comfy.

Problem: it's a bit very much 'in your face' on the scale of piercing subtlety. My mom doesn't know I have my septum piercing yet, but that'd mean only hiding it when I see her. The real problem is job interviews, job agency applications (note: all job agencies in Coburg that are where Google says they are, I've applied to. It's a grand total of one) or 'helping' in the studio.

If I get a job there, I'd spend a lot of time sitting very close to people who perhaps aren't comfortable with it. If people ask to be served by someone else because of the huge ring in my nose, I don't get many customers. Not many customers means J. will eventually have to let me go.

So I've gone for the slightly more subtle pincer for tomorrow. If J. asks me to take it out, I'll take it out. I usually make sure to carry a retainer in my wallet anyway. If it goes well, I'll ask if it'd be okay if I wore something a bit more 'daring' when there's a lull in the customer flow.

I can wear what I want on my own time, but J. is helping me on her own dime. It'd be disrespectful to give her studio the reputation of being full of pierced hooligans just by being stubborn. If she demands I stop wearing piercings when I'm outside the studio (highly unlikely), there's going to be words, but inside her firm, she rules supreme.

Then again, I could just let my freak flag fly and wear my black, glass, foppish moustache tomorrow. If nothing else, it'll make Sis and S. laugh.