Thursday, November 23, 2006

Sucker Part Deux!

After having complained of being behind in my college work and being knackered, I arranged to drop 2 shifts over the last fortnight. So what do I do when an ex-boss at the alternative healthcare clinic rings me up desperate for a receptionist today? I go in. I'm not very bright am I?

Having said that, it's an easy job. I answer the phone, take money, talk to clients. In between that I can write and study as much as I want. I realised it's the first time I had solidly sitting in front of a desk with just pen and paper. It gave me the space to collect my scattered thoughts and formulate a plan of action. Not only that, but I also had a massage.

One day I will become a qualified aromatherapist. A proper one. Not to make money, but purely for the joy of massage. Massage is wonderful to give and fabulous to receive. With all those yummy essential oils it is the best way to spend an hour. When I'm rich and famous I am going to have a massage every week. I lurve it. Anyway, there was a practitioner who specialises in remedial massage. I didn't really take much notice of the word before the interesting bit, I was too busy salivating. So I troop up for my 45 mins of luxury, I was thinking how fabulous I would feel after. Yeah. Remedial means painful. As in she found all of the knots in and under my shoulder blades pummelled and pressed each one until they gave up and slunk away. She said there were two things wrong with my shoulders. Firstly, they should not be on the same level as my ears. Secondly, they aren't supposed to be covering up my boobs. Quite.

So I'm sat here with very sore neck and shoulders trying to decide what I'm going to do tomorrow. I've been very naughty and with the money my Pops has given me as an early Christmas present I bought a digital camera and bits. I've been stroking it all evening. It's only a cheap one, but it's mine bwahahahaha....all mine....

6 comments:

  1. I really ought to say the photo of my workspace shows it AFTER a clear up.

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  2. Spookily I also have a copy of the

    "I can't decide whether to be a good example or horrible warning.."

    postcard.

    Klimt's 'Kiss' too.

    The lady has taste.

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  3. Anonymous10:39 am

    Ing ~ I am a huge fan of Herr Klimt. I especially love his art-deco period. All that gold and geometric patterns. By all accounts he was a naughty man, but he liked women. Which is more than one can say for Rodin or Picasso.

    The purple postcard you might not have been able to read says:

    Feminism: I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is. I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat... Rebecca West

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  4. Thinking anatomically, are you a contortionist?

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  5. Nope, I'm not a contortionist. It happens naturally through stress and piss poor posture.

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  6. I love that quote roses ;~)

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