Melanie the crappy masseuse

I’m sitting at the coffee place in Barnes & Noble because Starbucks is packed.

After I bought my latte I said to the barista; “Why don’t they put out a tip cup for you guys?” And she said they are allowed to take tips but can’t put the cup out as a lost prevention type of thing. She says this as she handed me back my penny. Do I leave her the penny? Do I fish out a dollar? Giving her a dollar would be humiliating, wouldn’t it? But a penny would be worse. So I left nothing at all which makes me feel like a cheap superior bastard hoarding wad’s of cash.

Why do I ask stupid questions I already know the answer to? My question was pointing out how trite it is for Barnes & Noble not to allow them a tip cup. I was envisioning the tip cup at Starbucks overflowing with quarters and bills – I felt bad. I wanted this barista to know I was on her side. If there was a petition, I would sign it.

I’m only working three hours today. My life is hard I tell ya….

One of my clients is a two hour. He requested me and we talk and talk the whole time. It’s practically not even work. That’s the habit I’ve been getting myself into lately – not paying attention to what my hands are doing. I’m so used to talking to most of my clients that I’m focusing on their stories and not how well I massage their lat’s. It’s developed into a habit. I now suck at massage.

All I want to do is talk to people. I don’t care about how well I massage them – I just like to talk. Massage is obviously not my calling but I have to stick it out for now.

All my co-workers LOVE their job. Only two of them want out and they’re going into nursing – but they’re still in the manual labor job of helping others.

I want to help people, but with my brain instead of hard manual labor. My hands are delicate damn it!

I can’t say I hate my job, though. Considering the alternatives for an uneducated gal, massage is pretty kick-ass.

I am not happy with this post. No, not happy at all. It sucks.