I put myself through University working at a well-known fine jewelry store in Canada. Some women will tell you, even though they are single, exactly what their engagement ring will look like. What metal, how large the stone, what cut, color and clarity. It is all perfect in their minds. I am not one of those women; I knew nothing of diamonds or any other stone. It was a fluke when I got the job, so I had a lot to learn when I started. Facts about metallurgy, gemology and, regretfully, personal hygiene. I worked hard; I taught myself everything I could about the business. I learned, I experienced, I sold and I nearly puked.
The grotesque things that people brought in every day reached freak-show levels. I have seen hair clogs in earrings before. I have also seen earrings encrusted, as though coral were growing over a ship wreck, with dirt, soap residue and pus.
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