A Letter to My Landlord

Old woman wanting a gift certificate – “I want to buy a gift certificate, what do you offer here?”

Me – “We do facials and massage.  Here’s a brochure.”

Old woman – “What kind of massage?”

Me – “Just a general massage, swedish or deep tissue, whatever the client needs.”

Old woman – “What kind of massage?”

Oh god……

Me – “We only have one type of massage.”

Old woman – “Yes but what is it?”

Me – “Nothing fancy, just a regular massage.  When people say they’re going to get a massage, that’s where we come in.  We give the massage.”

My esthetician gets up and hides in her facial room pretending to be engrossed in her cell phone.

Old woman – “What’s ray-kee?”

She’s reading through the brochure.

Me – “It’s healing energy.  The practitioner sends healing energy to the client using their hands.”

Old woman – “What is it?  Is it a machine?”

Me – “No, not a machine.”

Old woman – “What room do you do the massage in?  That one?”

She arbitrarily points to the middle room.

Me – “We alternate.  Which ever room is open we use.”

She wanted to buy a gift certificate for her daughter that comes here.  I sold her a $100 gift cert so her daughter can spend it on whatever she wants.

I’m sitting in work.  It’s December 19th and people usually come in unannounced wanting to buy gift certificates.

It’s now December 22.

God I miss blogging.  My life is passing by and I’ll never remember any of it.

I was watching The Last Man on Earth the other day and realized that I would still blog if I was the only person left alive.  If not blog, than keep a regular journal since there would be no internet.

But it’s hard to blog now that I have employee’s who talk to me in-between clients and if I’m not in-between clients, I do other things.  And I vowed never to blog at night due to the insomnia it causes.

Subject change.

I’m loving Christmas.  I mean I LOVE Christmas now more than ever.  Why?  Because of all the damn gift certificate I’m selling.  I sold more of them last year, about $1500 more, but because of what happened last summer, we’re nowhere near to what I should be selling.

But I’m thankful for what we did sell.

My current landlord is giving me a hard time about leaving.  I’m trying to leave a month early and get out of paying rent for the last month on accounts of being a good tenant.  It doesn’t hurt to ask, right?  He agreed to allow me to pay a portion of what I owe, not the whole thing.  But he was a hard-ass about it, saying that I’m finagling my way out of paying out of convenience and not because I’m hard-up.  And he was trying to talk me into staying there indefinitely.  His email was cold and scathed in overt professionalism while I on the other hand wrote him this:  (It’s really long so you can skip over it.)

“I promise I wasn’t asking to leave early out of sheer convenience. I have literally $2000 in my bank account which covers next months rent, but doesn’t cover paying my employee’s 3 times this month. Twice a year they get paid three times a month instead of two. I just figured there would be no harm in asking to be let out early, that’s all.

I’ll lay everything out for you so you understand exactly where I’m at right now.

A few months ago I found this really phenomenal location that comes with a washer & dryer already installed, a facial room, 3 massage rooms and two bathrooms for $500 cheaper in rent. But what’s most important about this new location is the sign. I’ve been approved to have my very own sign, 5 feet wide by 3 feet tall to be placed on a very visible spot in downtown Cheshire. Literally every person in town will see this sign. Not just drive by it unnoticed, but actually see it.

I wanted to snatch this place up before anyone else did. I found it at the end of october and went through the whole process of getting a permit for it which is a lengthy ordeal, but I was fine waiting since my lease wasn’t up until spring. I literally just got approved the day before I asked you to let me out early.

I know exactly what went wrong with the business. I never should have rented the two rooms upstairs, hired an esthetician, let my broken armed therapist answer phones 30 hours a week while she recovered and I definitely never should have hired Anthony to replace her (we lost over half our income because of him). I never should have sold so many groupons. Groupon paid me $3000 a month but now that they’re not paying me anymore, and I still have to somehow massage all these people, basically all the money I made from the business is gone. But they expire next month so I’ll be fine as long as I can make it into next month.

Washing sheets is killing me. I have to lug them to the laundromat and then lug them upstairs to be folded because there’s no other place to do it. I can’t wait for this washer and dryer.

And when it’s super cold out, those windows in the office are like air conditioners when you stand by them. Cold just seeps on through like nothing is there blocking it and we can hear every word said outside like the person is in the room with us. Some guy was talking about anal beads outside the window the other day. And one of the landscapers has a dirty mouth always yelling and swearing.

So I was thinking, I can pay January’s rent, you keep my security deposit for February’s rent, so all you’d be losing is March, plus the $650 for upstairs because the upstairs lease doesn’t end until May, so I guess I’ll owe you $2600 when all’s said and done. If at any chance you can somehow decrease that number, that would help me out a ton. I’ll still probably end up going bankrupt, but it’ll be a chance for me to start new again without making all the mistakes I did this first time around. I’d actually have money right now if not for those mistakes.

Honestly, this move is imperative. My livelihood revolves around this move. There’s too many pro’s and not enough cons in this move. The signage, $500 cheaper, washer and dryer, two bathrooms, a room with a sink for facials, new windows, quieter, no stairs, approved by zoning, getting away from the stigma Anthony caused (a HUGE reason just by itself).

Now I just have to figure out how to finish up my lease without having any bad blood between us. I completely laid everything out for you, my decision to move and what’s in my checking account. I’ll have more money in my checking account once the groupons expire. And I’m very curious to see how well the new location works out with its huge engraved wooden sign out front.

I would’ve waited after my lease was up to move, but I started breaking out in hot sweats thinking about my business being sued over Anthony and decided I needed to act as soon as possible before he’s convicted. I jumped the gun a month or two in advance to save my hide. And even without the Anthony incident, it’s still a good move regardless. He just greased the wheels. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be moving.

It’s absolutely crazy that I’m going through all this crap. I mean it’s nuts! I see a light at the end of the tunnel but I have to go through leaps and bounds to reach it. There’s always an obstacle to overcome. When does it end?

Anyway, I’ll find a way to pay you your money. It’s $2600. Not enough to go crazy over, but not little enough for me not to feel it. It’s not that I don’t want to pay you, but more like I literally can’t. At least, not right now. With the groupons expiring, and moving to a more visible location, I’ll have more wiggle room. I promise you I have no money and this is definitely not a convenience thing. It’s a “I’m sinking fast and need to do something” kind of thing. It’s anything but convenient. I haven’t bullshitted you with anything I swear.

But I’m confident this move will improve my financial situation drastically and I’ll be able to pay you once I’m out. I’ll be able to pay you because potential clients won’t actually be afraid to come to the new place.

I don’t have much say in how much you’d be willing to take off the $2600, it’s all dependent on what you’re willing to part with. But I was a pretty good tenant, wouldn’t you say? I always had that check for you by the first of every month and it never bounced, and I was good to the other tenants and to you and to Debbie. I didn’t destroy the place and I kept it clean. No nicks on the walls or stains on the carpets. I even rented the upstairs when nobody else did. I’m really hoping you weren’t planning on keeping my security deposit from the beginning because of some stipulation I wasn’t aware of.

I’m just in a pickle man, that’s all. But I’ll absolutely do what I can!

Sorry, I like to write long emails. I do it with my employee’s too. They usually like reading them.

Take your time thinking about how much I’ll owe you after January. Especially think about it on Christmas, that’s usually the best time to think about things like this. Something about that holiday brings clarity. Like on the movies the Christmas Carol and it’s a wonderful life, those people had clarity.

Anyway, I should get some sleep.

Melanie

Ps: I just wanted to remind you that I’m not bullshitting. Absolutely no bullshitting. Not convenient. Absolutely not convenient.”

I’m clearly not professional, I’m too human for that nonsense.  The crumby thing about being a massage therapist is the professionalism.  Clients don’t come back if you’re not professional.  So much of my personality has lifted away these past 10 years from being something that I’m not.

I made a video last time I washed sheets.  It was during a time when my heart was sinking due to the shit ton of money I’ll be needing.

I’m okay now, no sinking feeling.  It’s just that I caught myself in that video having one of my “episodes.”  It doesn’t happen very often anymore because of my “fuck this shit I don’t care anymore” attitude, but now and again I get a glimpse into the fear of losing it all.  Something about having a camera in my face drums up all the crap I keep locked away.  Making eye contact with the camera especially drums it up.

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