My skull earrings.
As I carreened toward ‘professional’ life, my
a) ammount of piercings
b) garishness of said piercings
dropped off at an alarming rate.
Pirate earrings toned down to mere studs. Three studs dwindled to one with two said empty holes in my ears. Cartilage ring was long gone. Eyebrow stud is just a blurry memory, a tiny scar in my grey matter … and eyebrow.
But I liked those piercings. And though, Employee One insists that our dichotomy is done, a memory still lingers, and a mission still carries. First, I am very, very new at this office thing, and never saw it coming. After week one, I realized that I did not have enough clothes to carry me through the work week unless I wanted my co-workers to realize that I was one a very, very regular four-day schedule. So I went out shopping, and happened upon a small pair of silver skull earrings. Naturally I had to buy them.
And, back to the integuments of the argument at hand, now I have a real domain email, and an actual title. I like my job, my office, etc. but it feels like an office vacation, I know that I’ll be starting school next fall to begin a lifetime of cutting out of people what happens to be bothering them (usually tumors, sometimes black stuff, but I’m no doctor yet.
And on Monday morning, when I looked in the mirror in the office bathroom I noticed that I had forgotten to take out my new, favorite skull earrings.