I didn’t even last a week.

Last Friday I got incredibly “rebellious” and decided I wanted to re-pierce my lip. Because I really liked the way it looked when I did have it.

Saturday my best friend said I looked like a Degenerate, she said it jokingly, but I knew she meant it, coming from a You-must-wear-stilettos-and-a-pencil-skirt-if-you-work-here type job and background.

Strike One.

Monday morning, I came into work, the first thing my boss said to me was that I couldn’t have it, even thought my prior boss had told me I could, as long as I put a band aid over it. My current boss informed me that I couldn’t have it, and had to take it out as soon as it heeled. Anyone else aware that piercing can take some time to heal, but I informed her that I could probably get a clear retainer for it within a week or so. But I was determined to be the “degenerate” that I was, and I really wanted this piercing.

Strike two.

I applied for a second job at the movie theater and part of their “Wardrobe 101” is that no facial piercing may be visible while at work. A.K.A, you have to take them out if you have them. I thought to myself, all right, I can get the retainer and keep that in when at work. I interviewed, and things looked really good – I apparently have to wait to see if I’m “rehire able” which, based on my track record (even if I DID give two weeks notice) they probably won’t. Hard to convince someone you’ve changed after 4 years I guess. And being the degenerate that I am, I doubt I’ll get the job. Which means I still need to continue my quest to find a second part time job.

Strike Three.

Cue to this morning at 10:00 AM, I could not stand the constant pain below my lower lip. I didn’t have this much irritation the first time I did it, and was getting tired of the soreness, and with all the Strikes against having it, I finally gave up my fight to have the piercing and took it out.

I didn’t even last a week.