Monday (aka Thursday for me)

I think... I might be done with the Christmas gifts we'll be giving to family this year. That would be cool. Cross your fingers. Or, just slap my hand when I go to tinker with it more.

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Today I had a client who totally reminded me of the Oracle in the first Matrix movie. She is sweet and she kinda looked like the Oracle and her voice kinda sounded like the Oracle's and she spoke very clearly and carefully like the Oracle. I'm convinced.

She tips only in magic chocolate chip cookies.
It's awesome.

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I guess it's about time to think about New Year's resolutions... I never used to care much about them, but I've actually done really well with the one I made last year, so that gives me hope. I think for 2013 I will try to meditate every morning before I even get up. For an hour, maybe? We'll see.

Just put me out of my misery and hire me already!

AAAAUUUUGH

I hate doing follow-up calls after sending my resume!

I think part of me is always afraid that they're going to say that my resume sucks and I suck and they don't know why anyone would want to hire somebody so sucky.

Anxiety much? XP


Also, I keep switching between feeling like this and being maybe overconfident. I think about all the clients who have said that I do the best massage ever, and I start thinking everyone should want to hire me.

The "happy medium" here is that I know once I get the hiring manager on the table (any clinic, spa, etc should do a "practical interview" as well; otherwise maybe you don't want to work there ;) ) I will blow them away. I know give good massage—relaxation OR treatment. It's just the process of convincing them that they want to give me a practical interview that I get anxious about.

Not the best day at work...

Oops, I forgot to post yesterday. Yesterday we watched Arthur Christmas, which was actually really fun and cute.

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As for today...

It's really bad when the smell of your client's feet is refreshing compared to the smell of the rest of him.
Speaking of which, as a general rule, don't do anything as the client that you wouldn't want me to do as the therapist. For instance: do you want me getting drunk or high before sticking my elbow four inches into your muscle tissue? No? Well, I don't want you drunk or high on my table so you are fully able to tell me if four inches is getting to be too much.

I love my job. I love that days like today are few and far between.

Common Courtesy

Please note the undercurrent of sarcasm in today's post. Thank you.

I wish clients would tell me a day in advance when they are going to "no show" at Massage Envy. Then I could plan for days like this, when I have two appointments that don't show up so I have a 3 1/2 hour break in the middle of my work day.

I could bring a book. I could take a tranquilizer and get some sleep. I could bring some costumes and play dress up. I could give my brain permission to go to my writing place for several hours and get more than a couple sentences done in a day for once. I could go drink sake and have time to sober up before working again.

Come on, clients. Gimme something.