I can’t focus on more than one thing at a time. But when I do, I can excel at just about anything – it’s the truth I swear! Not being cocky or anything…
Where oh wherefore art thou first client?
First client done.
Where oh wherefore art thou second client?
My mom made me a bangin’ sandwich for lunch today. Jealous?
I want to focus on something and excel at it. Not my blog, not with writing. That’s one arena I’ll never be satisfied with. No, I’m talking about learning an instrument, a new language, or being a master watercolorist. But I can only pick one of those in order to excel at it. If I focus for three months I can amaze myself – really!
You know what I need? I need to not work anymore. That will be my solution to all my problems. I get bored after a while, and giving massage is BORING.
You know what I really want to do right now? Eat my banging sandwich, read and possibly nap. Daytime naps usually lead to getting spooned by my poltergeist. I could go for a good spooning right about now.
Third client is done. Boom Boom Pow that client be liking my style I drop it like it’s hot cause my fat money pile. He gave me $25 shazam!
Here is my work day thus far:
10:30 – Arrive at work. Blog. Text Amy.
11:00 – Massage first client.
12:05 – Blog. Take few bites of sandwich. Check Facebook. Thought that maybe I should play the guitar instead of blogging between clients. Text Amy.
12:30 – Massaged second client while thinking about my guitar idea. Decided I will video tape my guitar efforts and post my progress on my blog.
1:30 – Check FaceBook. Text Amy. Few bites of sandwich. Read a text from Brad saying that a Melanie Hater wants to be his friend on Facebook. Told him sure – there’s no harm.
2:00 – Massaged third client while dreading the Melanie Hater will give Brad the link to my blog. She is out to destroy me after all.
3:30 – Finished with client. Brad text me back saying he will deny friend request for fear of drama. I text back “lol thank you!”
4:00 – Waiting to hear back from Amy about plans for new years eve. She is being vague and cryptic.
Amy and I fight all the time. It’s inevitable because we are polar opposites. The last time we fought, I ended up drinking shot after shot of whatever the bartender put in front of me (all free no doubt). I was obliterated and ended up over some guys house where someone passed me a pipe.
“Um, how do I work this?”
I had the pipe facing the wrong way. I couldn’t seem to find where to put my mouth. It was a typical small glass pipe mind you, but I was obliterated and confused. I taken one hit and it sent me over the moon. I had no idea where I was, or how I got there. It baffled me that I drove there – I didn’t remember driving.
I woke up the next day in a strangers bed. I looked at my phone and it was 10 am, my mother called about a dozen times wondering where I was.
A guy rescued me the night before and brought me to his house where I would be “safe”. He stolen me away from 3 or 4 grown men. We spent the next 40 minutes looking for my car in the morning. That happened about 4-7 days ago, I can’t remember. It was a typical day in the life of Mel.
6:12 – Last client is done. I’m spent. Must meet Amy at her house at 7pm.
For the rest of the night – Must try to act like a normal human being.
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