There’s another guy who works at the tattoo shop, Rod, who’s the owner’s apprentice. Because he’s not always tattooing, he ends up with me a lot, doing customer service, greeting, scheduling appointments, et cetera. I like when that happens, because I wholly believe Rod is a boddhisattva.
Recently I came into work and Rod had tattooed BIDE MINE across his hands. I asked if that was new and he said, “Yeah, man, sometimes I just need to remember that business ain’t mine and that ain’t the business to bide.” Our first staff meeting together he’d had a conflict with another employee and said, “I’ve gone home and sat in a dark room and thought about why I can’t shake off how you’ve treated me, and I realized, man, we just gotta let this shit go, y’know? We’re just spinnin’ our wheels at each other.”
As in any customer service position, there are bound to be people walking through the door itching for an argument, and we work in the position most likely to be affected by those folks. I think Rod and I handle these fairly well, because both of us knows these customers can’t possibly have real issues with us, but sometimes they sting a little bit. After one of those, I think Rod caught on that I wasn’t feeling too hot and he leaned on the counter next to me.
"Y’know, Lewis," he said, pointing at the door, "somedays you wake up. You get outta bed, put your shoes on, and you’re about two steps toward the door when squish. And fella, you just stepped in some shit. You are standing there with your shoe in a big pile of shit. Now,” he said, holding up two fingers, “I believe you’ve got two options. The first option is that you can walk out the door and take that shit and that stink and that anger and frustration all through your day and tell everybody all about the shit you stepped in before you even left the house and just sit with that shit on your foot and let it take over everything you do.
"Or," he said, "you take a second — maybe take a few seconds —, breathe, and fella, I believe you can just change your shoes right there."
Of course it’s not always going to work, but it’s a story I carry with me. Today is a “change my shoes” day. Today I’m real thankful for Rod, and that’s the thing that matters.
Until further notice, you can base our level of friendship on whether or not I pause this Drake album leak to answer your phone call. Thanks.
This is a way to listen to changes to wikipedia. You are literally listening to knowledge being added to the world.
Pluck sounds are an addition, strings are subtractions, and the pitch says how how big the edit is. My heart shudders at this I love it so much.