I have no use for piercings, tats, or even jewelry of any kind. I don't even wear a watch or wedding band (for various reasons, none emotional). But while I get confused looking at folks with a scrap metal pile in their face, and hearing about where some get them gives me the heebie-jeebies, I really could not care less. But I will relate that quite some time ago I did a stint in a Custom Die Shop (focused on hard jobs most turned away) working as an "Engineer" (pumped up title frankly) in the office area where I/we had a good deal of interaction with customer representatives as well as sales personnel of various types.
Anyway, there was a guy in the shop who was very well respected. Dressed like a typical worker, followed the safety requirements (boots, hat, etc), just a good worker except on the odd Mondays he came in still hung over, but mostly overlooked as they kept him out of harms way till he "found his legs" and then got to work. When I started, he was clearly tattooed pretty heavily on his torso and upper arms, some pretty cool work really, mostly old school black and gray with a little dusky color thrown in as accent. Had a certain element of "art", a lot of "skill", and in spite of being a real honest "tough guy", they even displayed a certain amount of "pretty" as well.
Overall well liked in the shop, and had skills that would have transfer with value to the office. But in the mean time he had expanded the work past elbows and up high on his neck, places hard to cover, but were not hurting him at that point.
But he liked to ride, and ride aggressively. One night, like myself a few years earlier, was pushing the limits and beyond when it caught up with him in a bad way. Landed in a wheel chair, painful rehab to approach moderate function in his legs (using cane or walker), always likelihood of pain management for the rest of his life. Pain and the pain meds required to function adequately. My extremity damage was considerably worse than his, but his spine and brain swelling left him in a far worse condition. Luckily he had accentual medical coverage sufficient to his need and some coverage for good rehab. In the end he was unable to be a machine operator due to liability issues. But the guy wasn't just a monkey on a machine, he wanted to move to the office coming inside. I believe he could certainly do the work, but in the end he was rejected among much yelling and gnashing of teeth. The official reason was lack experience and training, but it was well underwood by all that while they were not bothering management or the other workers at all, some of our clients (or their peoples working on their behalf) were pretty "up tight" and might have a problem with the tats. So instead of a silver lining moving into better working conditions and pay which he was capable do; instead he lost that job completely.