Not one bit of professionalism to be found here. Â I know that's par for the course when it comes to the tattoo industry, but that doesn't mean it should be tolerated.
I arrived for my scheduled appointment at 1. Â I proceeded to sit in the waiting area for FIFTY F-KING MINUTES and watch my artist eat his lunch, socialize, joke around, have a smoke break, and talk on the phone. Â I'm totally confident that he didn't even start my sketch until I showed up.
Finally we started, and I noted that I wanted my piece done in green and gold.
I tried to stay distracted by chatting up my friend. Â I'll save you the long, sordid details, but what started as a discussion between my friend and I culminated in a very tense & awkward argument over (swear to god) whether the 13 year old girl that Roman Polanski RAPED was actually the perpetrator of the crime. Â Are you f-king kidding me? Â Not only is that mindset horribly offensive, but you're in a place of business. Â Maybe keep your idiot non-thoughts to yourself?
As if all of this wasn't enough, I looked down at the end to see my design not in green, as I'd specified, but eye-bleedingly bright cobalt blue. Â
I probably should have been more confrontational and asked it to be fixed, but at that point I was just dying to leave. Â I guess I'll have to continue my noble quest to find that rarest of gems: a professional tattoo studio.