god doesn't care for your benevolence any more then he cares for the lack of it in others.

[thejunipertree]

lmost lost my labret stud in the car this morning as I was taking it out for work (yeah, that's right. I'm a corporate whore sellout). Actually, I DID lose it. The head of the stud, which is a custom made opal job, spun out of my fingers and flipped under the seat. I freaked out. One, because it's my goddamn labret and I'm very attached to it. Two, because I have no idea where my old labret stud is. And three, that little fucker cost me a boatload of money.

Luckily, I found it. After worming my arm completely under the seat with my ass sticking out of the open car door. Who knows what the people in the window office thought I was doing. They all think I'm crazy anyway.

In other news, I am once again defying the recommendation that this work place doesn't "encourage" visible tattoos. I'm wearing one of my favourite shirts, which had 3/4 sleeves. These show my left arm tattoos off quite nicely. It's also got a scoop neckline, which shows bits of all three of my chest tattoos.

Take that, fuckers. Put it in the rule book and I'll follow the code. Until then, I'm going to push it as far as I can. Gar! PUNK RAWK. *snorts*

There's a new Virgin of Guadelupe candle burning on my desk, as I exhausted the old one (and my Lady of Candelaria one, Wee Ninja!). I've also replaced the chocolate the chocolate on the Baron's mini-altar. This piece is wrapped in paper to look like the ace of spades. I find it fitting. I should also probably replace the cigarette that's on the altar, too. But, I'm not sure how many cigarettes I brought with me to work today. One of these days, I'll take photos of this little setup.

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[meetzemonsta.livejournal.com]

I normally don't get so fed up with work dresscodes. I've worked in numerous places where I've had to dumb down how I look as to not offend the mundanes.
However, this place doesn't actually /have/ a dress code. It was just told to me on my first day that they don't "encourage" certain things. Like visible tattoos. Which really pisses me off because I'm back of the house. I have no contact with clients or investors or anything of the sort.

I could sit back here in a pink fluffy ballgown and no suit would ever even see me.

Hmm. I /own/ a pink fluffy ballgown...

But yeah, I understand what you're saying. I've been working since I was seventeen. I've toed the line in stricter places then this. I suppose I'm just tired of toeing it for a business (mortgages) which I detest. And I don't push it because I want people to like me. They can all bite my ass, for all I care. I'm just tired of taking my two little piercings out every morning and trying to find long sleeve and high necked shirts whenever I go clothes shopping.

God grant me college. And /soon./