Ear to the Ground May 15, 2008
Posted by skinbad in Economics, News.trackback
Seems some young people are regretting decisions that resulted in holes in their bodies being stretched to ridiculous extremes. Now they want doctors to repair the damage because:
Employment is the “gotcha” word.
Damn it all. Life is sooo unfair. If only someone could have foreseen the possibility that putting holes in your ears that could hold your breakfast cereal bowl would limit your employment possibilities. It’s just a shame that kids’ only option for learning these kinds of lessons is through trial and error.
I have always been a champion of old-fashioned ultra-conservative standards in corporate appearance. There’s something to be said about honoring one’s profession and professionalism (not to mention one’s co-workers, bosses, and clients) by appearing appropriately.
Then again, I’m an old fart at almost 30, and have always been out of touch with The Kids.
That said, I am extremely heartened by the fact that religious leaders are speaking out against such fads with increasing frequency. Parents need all the help and support they can get in educating their kids in what is socially appropriate.
Well, I’ll make it simple.
If you look like a freakshow, I ain’t hiring you.
When you’re in power I’ll be retired or dead, and to tell you the truth, I won’t give a shit. But right now it’s me.
Got it? I own you. So fix that shit or move on down the road.
xoxoxo
I had a nurse in Vegas who looked like Mrs. Obama. She had a tongue stud… and an attitude.
I quit going to that doctor.
I didn’t have any problem with the stud, but I question the wisdom of having a permanent open site for infection.
The attitude was the deal breaker for me.
I’m pretty old fashioned - don’t much care for tats, piercings, or other bodily transmogrifications. I like the natural look.
It really grosses me out when I go to Wendy’s or someplace and the kid behind the counter has an eyebrow piercing. UNSANITARY.
The tattoo fad bugs me. A perfectly cute and intelligent young chick at work has one on her NECK. I disapprove. No class.
The most beautiful girl I’ve seen in years was a young African American woman who worked as a cashier in the parking facility I used last year while working in downtown Milwaukee. The only problem was the huge ‘Richard’ tattooed on her neck. The letters were very ornate and at least 2″ tall. What a shame.
The trend that really disturbs me is branding. Kids get their frat/sorority letters branded into their arms. Like cattle. And also, OUCH.
I just shredded a whole bunch of papers. I hope the IRS doesn’t call me wanting my leave & earnings statements from 2005.
Greetings Mrs. Peel,
We are pleased to inform you we will be auditing your return for the tax year 2005. It would be a shame if you didn’t have all of your supporting documents. Bwahaha.
Cheers,
Uncle Sam
I hope the IRS doesn’t call me wanting my leave & earnings statements from 2005.
I see prison tats in your future.
I see prison tats in your future.
Yup.
IRS Document Rention Guidelines
For most people, 3 years from when you filed.
Meaning, Mrs. Peel is in trouble.
I think that tattoos and piercings look stupid, but I wouldn’t let it be a factor in my hiring decisions. And besides, I don’t mind being the best-looking fellow in the office.
Got it? I own you. So fix that shit or move on down the road.
Dave’s been a little angry lately. He’s either constipated or needs to get laid.
If they really wanted those documents, I could get them. That’s the nice thing about the interwebs. Besides, I still have the end-of-year summary statements - the fortnightly statements are what I was shredding.
I’m a no nonsense employer comp. Also a bastard.
Better wavatar, Compos. Take back your hetcred.
If you look like a freakshow, I ain’t hiring you.
Dave should get that tattooed on his forehead. That would be funny.
I think that tattoos and piercings look stupid, but I wouldn’t let it be a factor in my hiring decisions.
I won’t even hire counter help that looks like that. I can just imagine some customer handing over their valuables to some kid with the pants hanging off the ass, facial piercing, and a tribal tat.
Not. Gonna happen.
I have a friend who has a tongue stud, and her husband is tatted up with a nasty beard and God Knows where he’s sporting metal- but they own a Harley shop. Different circle.
I don’t judge. If you want that, knock yourself out.
I just can’t use you here. Doesn’t mean there ain’t a place for you in the world.
*reconsiders getting lip ring to go with my “Born to be Wild” lower back tattoo*
You know what my Born to be Wild tat would say.
What?
to go with my “Born to be Wild” lower back tattoo*
Geezer’s got a tramp stamp!
Umm, did you spend time in prison?
You know what my Born to be Wild tat would say.
Pillow Biter?
Sorry - it was just hanging there for so long, dark forces had enough time to possess me and force me to type that. I think they’re gone now. Mostly.
If I ever got one, it’d be a Harley banner, that said “Born to Be Wild; Got Sidetracked”
I’m pretty sure it would be the only tat in the world with a semicolon.
I think PJM mentioned that she had a tattoo on her semicolon.
I think PJM mentioned that she had a tattoo on her semicolon.
… and then there’s the one right above her ampersand.
I wonder if she has acute angina?
One of my cousins is a top notch graphics/CAD/EE type guy. His problem was/is that he was in a band in college, and he “decorated” his face and ears similar to this story. As a result, he works in the Aplle Store in the mall, because he can’t get a “respectable” job*.
And his wife is all inked up as well. But at least she was smart enough to keep them within areas that conventional business attire would cover up the artwork. And she is an engineer at Boeing.
My brother has a “tat” on each shoulder relating to his tours of duty in Iraq, but he did say he will never disfigure his body to the point it keeps him from getting a job or a loan.
Me, I just covered that “I love donkey pr0n” Branding I got in college with a burkha. Works for me.
*I have nothing against Apple Stores or their employees. Just to make that clear. Blahg Blah Blah.
See, I can’t help thinking about how badly those damn things are going to age. Some day, the old folkses home is going to be full of blurry, faded pictures on wrinkly, wobbly flesh and big ol’ unfillable flesh holes.
And everyone there will be named “Adam” or “Jessica.”
But by that time, please lord, I’ll be a brain in a jar of formaldehyde.
Igor: I dunno, it was Abby something.
Dr. Frankenstien: Abby who?
Igor: Abbyyyyyy S. Weasel!
But by that time, please lord, I’ll be a brain in a jar of formaldehyde.
Yeah, but some tatooed, pierced freak named Adam will be sodomizing your headless corpse in the next room.
Tattooed has two tees, yes it do.