We Believe in Happy EndingsFor all the hard work "we" have been doing during our integration, the main offices have been getting two days a month of chair massages.
Naturally, one must sign up for an open time slot - which are 15 minutes long. Some people have the gall to sign up for two consecutive slots. The nerve!
I think I have mentioned here (well, I know I have) that I have never had a massage. Not a professional one anyway! {wink} But yesterday, I filled in for the only 15 minute slot they had free, which I also had available.
I'm not sure what to think about it. It was in a room we would normally give shots or physicals in - basically the school nurse's office. The music that was playing would have made Enya sound like she plays speed metal. She had some mint scent floating around the room - I suppose it was meant to soothe. I don't know if it did or didn't.
If you've seen the chair massage - I was just face down in the covered toilet-like seat. And overall, it was pretty unremarkable. The back and shoulder rub felt ok, but that's it. It is not like I was full of knots. But when she got to the back of my head, man it felt great. Had she done that for the entire quarter-hour, I think I would have been just fine.
Relaxing? Not really. She was a chatterer. Whatever quiet-time I should have been experiencing, she filled the void with talk. Talk talk talk.
...and of course, no happy ending. Not that I minded. She wasn't my type. No dangling y chromosome.
Will I go back next month? Sure. I already signed up. But I suppose, it is possible I might no longer be on-site.
Song by: Emmylou Harris & Earl Thomas Conley
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