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.

Oops again

Crap, I'm getting bad at this. 40 minutes late.

God, I barely remember today.

We went to the soaking pool at McMenamins; that was awesome. Good way to end a busy day.

Also Doctor Who. Excellent wibbly-wobbly end to a busy day, and the reason I'm up late and forgot to blog until just now.

And how is your relationship with your parents?

I think I might stop going to my counselor.
It's been seeming like she focuses on the wrong things; today when I brought up what I feel I really need help with, she said that our relationship is too young to work on that stuff and she suggests I wait until I get to Portland and find help there. I don't know; we're supposed to start doing mindfulness exercises next time, so I'll give that a try, but if it's something I can do easily on my own I think I'll stop seeing her. I could be putting my money and time to better uses right now, I say.

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.

On a happier note...

I remembered something funny from the other day...

Sunrise and I had gone to dinner at Old Mill Brew Wërks, and we had ordered off-menu drinks (beer milkshakes and beer floats).
When we were given the bill, it was missing some items. We tried to correct them, but they said it was fine. So we tried to give a nice fat cash tip for that and for the trouble of making milkshakes and floats.
He handed us a $5 back and said we tipped too much.
We tried to give it back and he gave it to another guy on staff and told him to go put it under the windshield wiper of Sunrise's car.
We then decided to trick him into accepting it by hiding it under a napkin and leaving before he noticed. We had the corner sticking out a little so it wouldn't get missed and thrown away with the napkin.
We got up, said our thanks, and started walking out. Once we were out of sight we started to run to the car.
Sure enough, he'd sent the other guy out running after us with the $5. We grabbed the original $5 off the windshield, dove into the car and closed the doors. He tried to give it back to us and finally gave up and drive away giggling.

Personally, I think that was way more fun than "dine and dash". ;)

Reality checks and (un)balances

I ordered some rain boots online, seeing as I'm going to need them. I got them in grey. I think that's appropriate. Puddles, here I come.

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I feel weird today... like a sense of dread, but not really... Maybe it's just an overwhelming sense of reality.

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I think I've decided on what to send family members for Christmas. Creative and relatively cheap. Go me.

My friends and I don't tend to exchange gifts... That's fine by me; I'd sooner have their company than more stuff.

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Yup. Reality. Oof. Can I go to bed now?

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.