Recently, I got to work too early with good intentions that were essentially squandered and thwarted.
Less recently, though, I got a tattoo, which I will write about in the free time I have as a result of my squandered and thwarted good intentions.

All in all, the tattoo has been a very positive, only moderately painful, process. It hurt about a 7 out of 10 during the process, and there was a point where three of us simultaneously mistook blood for unanticipated red ink, but the memory of it has completely worn off, such that I'm thinking of what I'd get as a second tattoo, which is more or less what a man in the shop said as soon as I entered and declared my desire to get a tattoo (specifically, he said, "They're like potato chips" and added, as I stared in confused silence, "once you have one you can't stop there." It seemed beside the point to tell him I don't like potato chips), but I digress.

Because,
The real remarkable thing about the tattoo is that... [drum roll please]
Apparently no one at work has noticed. Or, at the very least, absolutely no one has commented on it, unless I showed it to them and announced its presence.
Which means that either:
a) Everyone at my work is really unobservant.
b) Everyone has noticed, but because I'm so cool and rebellious by nature they assume I've always had it and they just never noticed before (aka, I am the kind of person who would have a tattoo, and was prior to actually acquiring the tattoo, so it's not been a major change in their eyes).
c) Everyone has noticed, but feels too awkward or horrified to bring it up (I'm hoping this isn't the case, and it seems unlikely since I was previously one of the only people in my department without one).

Also, the horseshoe is symmetrical in real life, but my arm is twisted in the photo so it looks off-kilter. I like to think it's dancing.