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rather cut her own tongue out if it meant she wouldn’t have to talk to me. And let’s not forget the anger that never used to be there. She’s venomous to everyone around her, even the customers. I can’t figure out what happened to make her this way.
Dani, surprisingly, has been the most patient with her. I don’t know if maybe Harlow has told her something, anything, for Dani to be so lenient about her actions. Shit, if you saw the way Dani was a few years ago and the way she is now, you would think that she had a twin because it’s like night and fucking day. She doesn’t yell or get upset with Harlow for any reason. She always says that it’s okay and she just needs to get used to things or that we have to understand that she obviously went through something and we just have to give her time. Fuck that noise, I say.
Blaze, if it weren’t for Dani, would have probably gone ape shit crazy on Harlow by now. But instead, Dani just tells him to take a walk or to go into her office. The past couple of days, as soon as she sees one or the other coming into the same room, she rushes Blaze out of there before either of them can say anything. She knows he’s had enough. Fuck, I think she knows we’ve all had enough, but we don’t know how to get through to Harlow. We don’t know what we need to do to get the old her back, or at least have her talk to us about what’s going on.
Toby was patient the first few days, but the more he saw the cold shoulder that Harlow was giving his wife, he was done. Now, whenever Harlow is in the same room with him, he just glares and then walks out. And if Sara is in the room, he makes sure that he drags her along with, though she never fights him. It’s wearing her down the way Harlow is treating her, but like Dani, she thinks it will all pass and she’s too fucking understanding. She said that she knows what it’s like and after some time, things will go back to normal. Again, fuck that.
And then there is Harlow herself. She doesn’t talk to anyone unless she has to. She snaps or barks at people, including customers, when she does talk. Sometimes, I even feel like she’s baiting us to see how far she can push until we finally do snap. I don’t know what she thinks will happen if she does succeed in that, though. Does she think we’ll just tell her to fuck off and leave again? That we don’t want her around? If that’s what she thinks, she’s fucked in the head. Maybe it’s time for some tough love. I don’t know but something has to give. And finally, the day comes when it does.
Sitting at my desk, I’m going over my schedule and list of clients and what they want done for the next week. I like to figure out what needs to be sketched out beforehand or what I need to make sure I’m prepared for each client and job.
I have a guy that wants a black panther that looks like it’s climbing on his ribs, around his side, and up onto his back. Now, I’m a great fucking tattoo artist, but my style is a little different. But Dani, on the other hand, can be very versatile with every style of tattooing, so I think it may be a good idea to get her opinion and possibly even some coaching on this one. I know this guy wants it as lifelike as possible, so I need to be on my game and make sure to cover my ass on every angle.
“Dani,” I yell, hoping she’s not with a customer, but knowing even if she is, they won’t care. Our clients are great like that. We are professional in all the areas we need to be, but we still like to keep a very, I don’t know, homey feel to the shop. We treat all of our clients like our friends, like family. Even if that means joking around and fucking off around them. They love it, and it makes things easier on those that work here too.
A few minutes pass, and Dani still hasn’t answered me, so I decide to get her here another way—pissing her off, one of my favorite things to do to her.
“Dani! Stop fucking your old man in the storage closet
Dani, surprisingly, has been the most patient with her. I don’t know if maybe Harlow has told her something, anything, for Dani to be so lenient about her actions. Shit, if you saw the way Dani was a few years ago and the way she is now, you would think that she had a twin because it’s like night and fucking day. She doesn’t yell or get upset with Harlow for any reason. She always says that it’s okay and she just needs to get used to things or that we have to understand that she obviously went through something and we just have to give her time. Fuck that noise, I say.
Blaze, if it weren’t for Dani, would have probably gone ape shit crazy on Harlow by now. But instead, Dani just tells him to take a walk or to go into her office. The past couple of days, as soon as she sees one or the other coming into the same room, she rushes Blaze out of there before either of them can say anything. She knows he’s had enough. Fuck, I think she knows we’ve all had enough, but we don’t know how to get through to Harlow. We don’t know what we need to do to get the old her back, or at least have her talk to us about what’s going on.
Toby was patient the first few days, but the more he saw the cold shoulder that Harlow was giving his wife, he was done. Now, whenever Harlow is in the same room with him, he just glares and then walks out. And if Sara is in the room, he makes sure that he drags her along with, though she never fights him. It’s wearing her down the way Harlow is treating her, but like Dani, she thinks it will all pass and she’s too fucking understanding. She said that she knows what it’s like and after some time, things will go back to normal. Again, fuck that.
And then there is Harlow herself. She doesn’t talk to anyone unless she has to. She snaps or barks at people, including customers, when she does talk. Sometimes, I even feel like she’s baiting us to see how far she can push until we finally do snap. I don’t know what she thinks will happen if she does succeed in that, though. Does she think we’ll just tell her to fuck off and leave again? That we don’t want her around? If that’s what she thinks, she’s fucked in the head. Maybe it’s time for some tough love. I don’t know but something has to give. And finally, the day comes when it does.
Sitting at my desk, I’m going over my schedule and list of clients and what they want done for the next week. I like to figure out what needs to be sketched out beforehand or what I need to make sure I’m prepared for each client and job.
I have a guy that wants a black panther that looks like it’s climbing on his ribs, around his side, and up onto his back. Now, I’m a great fucking tattoo artist, but my style is a little different. But Dani, on the other hand, can be very versatile with every style of tattooing, so I think it may be a good idea to get her opinion and possibly even some coaching on this one. I know this guy wants it as lifelike as possible, so I need to be on my game and make sure to cover my ass on every angle.
“Dani,” I yell, hoping she’s not with a customer, but knowing even if she is, they won’t care. Our clients are great like that. We are professional in all the areas we need to be, but we still like to keep a very, I don’t know, homey feel to the shop. We treat all of our clients like our friends, like family. Even if that means joking around and fucking off around them. They love it, and it makes things easier on those that work here too.
A few minutes pass, and Dani still hasn’t answered me, so I decide to get her here another way—pissing her off, one of my favorite things to do to her.
“Dani! Stop fucking your old man in the storage closet
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