Monday, November 23, 2009

Double Your Pleasure, Double Your Fun!

Watch out folks, you're getting a double dose of me today because I'm simply THAT busy at work. I just thought I would share with my loyal readers another fabulous surprise activity I got to partake in about 4 hours ago to make this week even better than it already was going to be! At 11:45 this morning one of my bosses called me into her office and asked me to grab one of my co-workers. She didn't say what it was in reference to so I kind of started sweating profusely. I get really nervous when I don't have any idea what to be prepared for when I have to meet with my boss. It makes my neck hurt and my forehead sweat, among other things. So I grabbed my co-worker and told her that the boss wanted to see us. I walk in to see 3 other co-workers standing there in her office. ok, now I'm really starting to sweat. What did I do wrong that my boss felt the need to call everyone in to her office to scold me about? Shit. This cannot be good.
So my boss says "Listen up everyone, I know that we had a really busy and crazy week last week and I want you all to know how much I appreciate your hard work. We all did a great job. I know this was one of Bella's crazier weeks since she started working with us, but you did a great job. The client was very pleased with you and we're really happy you've joined our team."

---(ZACK MORRIS TIME OUT) Last week was ridiculous at work. If you'll notice I didnt blog again after Monday until Saturday - that's a long time. And it's because literally I worked 3 13-hour days last week, on my feet nonetheless, because we had three different clients over the course of 4 days. And I had what we'll call my first "solo surgery" (in Grey's speak) on Thurs and Fri, somehow managed to not fall asleep during the New Moon premiere at Midnight Thursday night (because it was awesome!), and worked more than a full day on Friday as well. No, I am not a surgeon and never plan to be one considering my low tolerance for pain, blood and suffering but we'll just use that reference anyway. It's a lot easier than explaining what I really do on a day to day basis at my job. (ZACK MORRIS TIME IN)---

So I'm starting to feel relieved. She's congratulating us on a job-well-done. I can deal with that. Then she says 7 magical words that I don't yet understand are magical and have to have someone explain them to me. "Andie's here in the analog room lounge". I see smiles and happiness cross over my co-workers faces and all I have is a giant question mark hanging over my head. Luckily my boss lets me in on the secret - "Andie's here for the rest of the day so lets see what everyone's schedule is like, what time works best for you for a 45 minute massage?" um, what? are you serious? OMG, a massage??? And I thought this week couldn't get any better!!!! I've never had a real massage by a real masseuse before - holy crap! and she's come to our office?? even better! So I opted for the 1:15 appt, right after lunch when I can really relax w/ a full belly and just completely unwind for a while.

Well this being my first masseuse experience I had no clue what to expect. But I had to strip down to my skivvys and hop under a sheet and start to drift off as sounds of oceans, rain and japanese string music played in the background. It really was quite relaxing, at first. Then it started to get a little awkward. Its hard enough being 1/2 naked in front of a woman you've just met like 5 minutes earlier. Not that she was seeing my front but still, there was some side boob action so it just felt a little uncomfortable. but as she worked her hands all over my back and shoulders I was starting to forget about the awkwardness and just relax and enjoy. I started to feel like some swanky housewife who gets to spa all day and drink cocktails at noon and has her maid do all the chores. And then I was jolted back to reality when her hands reached a little far south. No dirty action here - this isnt a pornographic novel or anything, but just low enough for your senses to be awakened and for you to start to feel tense again. All of a sudden I'm like, um...that's my butt, she's massaging my butt...is this normal? should I say something? my butt is not a sore part of my body from last week, more like my legs, back and shoulders...stick to those! luckily she didn't stay there for long. Just long enough to make it uncomfortable, and then start on my legs. Now the legs, probably two of the most tense things in my body from last week. I mean I felt like I had RLS - not sure if that's a real thing or not but it sure as hell felt like it last week. I couldn't wind down and sleep even though I was completely physically and mentally exhausted. So the leg massage is spectacular. I mean I could have laid there ALL day, until she got to my feet. Idk what my problem is but I have never ever been a foot person. Like, seriously, I hate my feet. I hate other people's feet. I hate it when someone's feet get to close to me. NEVER ask me to massage your feet because there's no way I'm going to touch them. Socks make feet just OK but not something I'm eager to get my hands on. Ever. The only people I'm ok with touching my feet would be people at the mani/pedi place. But even then I'm not super thrilled about the situation. So she starts massaging my feet, and I know I should enjoy it, because God knows they're sore too, but I just can't enjoy it. All I want is for her to go back to my legs. Screw the feet, just go back to the legs, please! Luckily she does just that. She goes back to the legs. Calf massages might be my favorite thing on earth, right after Thanksgiving and Black Friday.

So needless to say i got to enjoy another 10-15 min of leg and back and shoulder massaging and it was spectacular. The last thing I wanted to do was get up from that massage table. But, if I'm being completely honest, the room was a tit bit too nipply to stay naked under a sheet for the rest of the afternoon. So I eventually got up and got dressed and went back to my office.

Now how many companies do you know that would bring in a masseuse for their staff? Especially for a staff member who's under the age of 30? Well, now you know one. Sucker. Idk about you guys but I would be willing to bust my ass like last week ALL over again if we could bring in a masseuse afterwards every time.

And on that note, I think I'm going to head home. Have a glass of bubbly and fall asleep in a bubble bath. This housewife is out.

B

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