I woke up early Monday morning to my phone ringing. It was my job calling. I put the phone on silent and went back to sleep. I thought they were calling me into work and didn’t think it a big deal if I didn’t answer.
The same thing happened on Tuesday, only this time I got a phone call and a text from them. Apparently a few months ago I told someone I would cover their shifts for Monday and Tuesday, and me being me, I completely forgot.
When I do remember to work, I’m always on time and never call in sick or late – I’m an ideal non-complainer, dependable employee. So when something as drastic as this happens – two back to back no call no show’s, people are going to think I’m lying in a ditch somewhere. But I came into work today being my relatively chipper self, and one of the girls I work with asked me if I’m okay.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Are you sure?” She sounded really concerned.
I think for a moment about my recent blog posts and wondered if I sounded depressed or maybe I wrote something tragic that she was referring to. I couldn’t think of anything.
Me – “Yeah, I’m the same as always.”
“You look skinny.”
Me – “Sometimes I don’t eat. I have really bad eating habits.” I was going to tell her that I’m lazy and don’t eat unless there is food made and sitting directly in front of me, but I had a client waiting in the tranquility room so I just told her “I get hungry, but I don’t eat sometimes.”
I guess it sounded bad the way I worded it because she started asking me if I ever had counseling.
Me – “No” I knew where she was going with this and I didn’t like it. I was already jittery from my morning coffee, and now I started getting a bit more anxious.
“Are you against counseling?”
“No, not at all.”
“Because I know some great therapists that can help you out if you need to talk to someone.”
That’s all very nice, but now I feel like a crazy person. Maybe I really should dump my blog.
I don’t get it cause when I’m at work I’m social, I laugh and get along with my clients and co-workers, I don’t feel crazy. Am I over-looking something? Do I have a facial tick?
She’s a nice girl and I like her, but she seriously bugged me out before my first massage. I think she reads my blog.
Me – “I have a weird metabolism, my weight fluctuates like crazy. I must be having a skinny month.” Then I nervously went to greet my client feeling like I sprouted baby eggplants growing out my nostrils.
My last client was a doctor who wanted a two hour deep tissue. He said I should get a job at Gaylord hospital and that he knows a connection for me. My prosperity corner is working perhaps? He went on and on about how good the massage was that I thought he was a compliment tipper – someone who tips in kind words other than giving me cash. But he tipped well. So I must not come off that crazy to people. He came off as being slightly pompous – very pompous, actually. But I can handle anyone.
I’m good, really. I mean so my life isn’t perfect, but there are things I can do to change it. There is no permanence to my situation so why fret? And I just bought a really nice jacket at Marshalls. It’s a grey Guess wool peacoat that’s perfect for the winter. No more blue-collar jacket for me 🙂