Holes in throats and creepy perverts

Some days are so long that you want to just crawl into a conveniently dug hole and die. Today wasn't really one of those days, but it was interesting to say the least. Where should I start?

Well, I suppose it didn't really get interesting until the very end of work. One of our piercers, Jen, pierced a microdermal in her throat today (!!!), and went about her job. After a few hours, she took off the little tiny piece of gauze that was taped to her throat and noticed that the minuscule shiny jewel was no longer there. It had sunk into the hole, no where to be seen. Well, that's a problem, isn't it!? Now, this isn't something new to the piercing studio, we've had our share of sunken jewelry, but never in someone's throat. So, Jen, trying as hard as she could to get the thing out, was having troubles doing it herself in the mirror. That's when she called me over to help. Like I said, this wasn't anything new, I have helped our other piercer with the same problem. But I like to stress 'helped'. This time it was all me. If either me or Jen couldn't get this thing out right then and there, things could have gone south. So, I washed up, put on some latex gloves, and had at 'er. Jen, being as tough as she is, just laid there as I dug into the little hole with piercing tools, trying to get a hole of the tiny jewel. It was so hard! There was so much blood! Now, I am usually a very squeamish person, so I was very surprised to find myself doing this. It was intense, to say the least. I couldn't get ahold of the jewelry, so Jen did one last, determined dig and finally got it! Then, we had to switch the ity bity cap with a larger one to prevent it from sinking in again. That was a whole other challenge within itself, but we finally got it. Holy crap! What a fucking intense moment that was! I'm glad we could fix it though. Whew!

But that's not all, oh no. Only about a half hour after that happened, a drunken man stumbled into our store, as they usually do, asking our manager if she wanted to party. Of course, she declined, and he continued to wander around the store, probably thinking he was in a strip club of some sort. There was a young girl trying on dresses, and he would come up and say, "Yeah baby, you should try that on!". We all responded to those creepy remarks with, "Yeah, that was very inappropriate!" as he would wander off drunkenly. Then he would keep his distance, still watching the girl come out in dresses and make this extremely creepy perverted laugh. Like, imagine how a creepy clown pedophile would laugh. Yeah, like that! No joke! That was it. So I went up to him and said, "I think you should leave. You are making our customers very uncomfortable." And with that he replied, slurring, "Oh my apologies....where are the stairs?" Yeah, fucken' rights your apologies, you fucking creep! "They are right over there where you came in." As he walked closer to the door, which is clearly the way out, "..Where are the stairs?" Are you fucking kidding me? "They are RIGHT THERE!! BYE!" Good god. Never in the five years of working there have I had to deal with a legitimate pervert. Fuck.

Well! That was my night. At least it kept things interesting? I hope my next week is at little less crazy, or at least more spread out. I can only take so much!