I'm just an ordinary girl with a seemingly innate fixation. I'm a student with few visible mods (unfortunately) that's polite and respectable... and also a little too obsessed with piercing. (Or, as I've currently been corrected � not necessarily obsessed, just absolutely passionate. This is a much nicer spin on it.)
At A Glance Author broken_wings Contact [email protected] IAM broken_wings When N/A For many years now, I have desperately wanted to get into the body modification industry. I appease my desire by compulsively writing BME editorials, reading modblog, participating in IAM, and reading every other BME anything I can get a hold of. However, this won't satiate my longing forever. I need something more, I need to be more directly involved, more closely associated with my passion.
In regards to the following:
Perhaps it was (and will continue to be) fate. All I know is that my thoughts are cleared, and I feel happier than I have in ages. However things turn out, I am already better off. It feels amazing to have direction in life, and for this reason I found it relevant to submit this article. For the life of me, I simply could not contain these feelings! But more importantly, I hope I can propel others to take action, and encourage them to follow their greatest ambitions.
And now I begin.
Approximately two days ago a very kind girl from IAM informed me that my new favorite piercing studio was offering an apprenticeship and that if I was interested I should drop off my cover letter and resume.
I remember how I felt upon first receiving this information: ecstatic. I was bouncing off the walls! I had been tentatively been planning to drop off resumes at local piercing studios merely to become "shop bitch" or "counter girl"... and this opportunity coincided with my wildest dreams. I had an awesome morning, high off the feelings of elation one gets when considering the actualization of their dream(s).
Then came the apprehension.
I had to write a cover letter. A fantastic cover letter. A cover letter SO AMAZING that my possibly future employer would feel compelled to extensively peruse my attached resume. Super psyched and intimidated, I spent two days perfecting a cover letter. I tried my best to keep it a happy balance of heart and formality.
This morning I printed out my cover letter and (updated) resume. I paper clipped them together, and stuck them in a folder.
After carefully applying make-up (subtle, yet sophisticated � I hope!) and stressing over which outfit I should wear for my dropping-off-the-resume appearance, I got on the bus and headed down to the studio. 45 min. later and about 63 butterflies in my stomach, possibly smelling a little bit like peanut butter (I got hungry on the bus)... I walked in, and as casually possible made idle-chit chat with a very friendly piercer that works there.
"So what is it I can do for you?" After this query, I fished my papers out of my knapsack, hurriedly (and hopefully discreetly) signed the cover letter I had forgotten to sign, and handed them to the piercer. I ever so calmly informed the mean that "I was just hoping to drop off my resume." He replied, "Great! I'll make sure the head piercer sees it!" It was done. I had done all that I could.
I then spent the next ten minutes deciding which jewelry to buy (it seems I cannot step foot into that place without being inexplicably attracted to some little thing that I simply must buy). I ordered a titanium faux opal navel barbell. Glorious! And definitely not something I can afford right now, despite the fact that I can think of about 50 billion reason of why I absolutely HAD to have it.
I left the shop after thanking them again, and boarded the bus. I returned to my home; on the way I phoned my boyfriend exclaiming "Mission Accomplished!" and finished reading part of a Melville story.
After getting home it was all I could do to NOT contact any of the studio employees via IAM. I desperately wanted to e-mail them my resume and cover letter, just in case they wanted it digitally as well. I wanted to thank them again for being so kind. I wanted to validate my existence and make painfully obvious the connection between my real-life and IAM self. Somehow, I managed to refrain. But this is only day 1.
This is the annoying part where you don't get to find out whether or not I got the apprenticeship. I'm full of as much (okay, way way more) suspense as you are. Time will tell, but that's not what's significant. What truly matters about this experience is that in these few days I have managed to figure out my "life plan". I am going to become a body piercer as well as an English Professor. I have no need to choose between my two passions, and I am confident in my ability to reach both goals.
I did not always feel this way. I used to think it had to be one or the other. I used to think I would never have a chance at either. I know better now. I spent two hours analyzing my course selections and I realized that I can both apprentice AND get my degree. It will take a lot of hard work. But I'm more than up to the challenge. I believe in myself with intensity previously unknown to myself. I can do this, and I will � because I want it that bad.
This is me telling you to follow your dreams, whatever them may be, however remote the possibilities. You see, whether or not I get this piercing apprenticeship position, the fact remains I tried. I gave it my all. There will be other opportunities if this one doesn't pan out. I know have a direction, a focus, a dream. I can do this.
And nothing can stop me. Not even myself.