I’m laying on an $850 dollar PEMF mat made out of a bunch of small semi-precious stones. 27 pounds worth of semi-preciousness and 6 more pounds of technical equipment that I can’t begin to understand.
I feel like one of those rich people that buys shit just because they can.
It’s the heating element that I don’t understand. I can crank this baby up full blast, I think it get’s to be around 150 degree’s. But when I place my hand on it, it only feels lukewarm to the touch. However, when I lay my entire body on it…..holy shit that’s freaking hot! I started to sweat my balls off and I don’t even have balls!
I felt the heat in my bones and in my blood. My entire body covered in immense heat. My pajama bottoms were getting damp and that never happens, not even when I work out.
I’ve been laying on this thing since I got home at 4:30 and now it’s 11:27.
Anyway, aside from this ridiculously expensive heat mat, I wanted to write about my new business again. I want to calculate the absolute lowest amount of money I have to make a day in order to break even.
Let’s say rent is $500, internet is what? $40? Tracfones are crazy cheap but let’s say $60 a month for two of them. And that’s it. Those are my expenses. $600 a month. Now, how many clients do I need a day to reach $600 a month…..
600 divided by 30 days is $20 a day. I need 3 45-minute birthday massages a day, or one 45-minute birthday massage and one 75-minute birthday massage a day, or one coupon client a day.
If I have one coupon client a day, that’s $38.75 a day X 30 days is $1162.50 minus $600 is $562.50.
When I run the numbers this way, things look a bit grim. Shit. It’s possible I won’t break even for at least 4 months, and instead, paying out my teeth for this new place. I already spent over $1000 on it and it’s still the very beginning phase.
The current business I have now, we get a TON of the same people booking every month. Today alone, we had 5 – would’ve been 6 but one cancelled. The one that cancelled has been with me since day one at my first stink-hole office.
If I can get my new business to have these same numbers, well, I’d be stinking rich is what.
But the therapists I’m hiring aren’t me. I hate to say it but I’m freaking special. I really REALLY hate to say it. And everybody would equally hate to hear me say it. As soon as I say it, my specialness is gone and now I’m the opposite of special, but more like hated. Hated in a special way. Envy is probably the worst kind of hate. It’s why wars are started! All war!
Envy is equal to lack of power and when acting on this lack of power, destruction falls in your wake. You may win and get to write the history books, but you’ll always be miserable because you’ll never be self-sufficient, but always dependent on someone or something.
Narcissists are the most envious people there are. Take take need need.
Go on, hate me for thinking that I’m special. I’d do it too. I hate when people say that. Mostly out of annoyance rather than envy. Only two or three times did I feel the envy, that’s how I know about this. I didn’t read about it, I experienced it. Luckily the disease never latched.
When people talk highly of themselves (or even highly of their kids), it can breed envy. Why anyone would wish to be envied is beyond my scope of understanding. Where’s the love in that?
Part of my charm is that I act like a kid. When I’m being myself, that’s how I act. But not an immature kid or an emotionally inept person – I act inexperienced, but I’m happy about my inexperience because it means I can only get better and no matter how good I get, I’ll always think of myself as inexperienced. I’ll always ask questions and respect others opinions and advice.
Come to think of it, my travel buddy, Hana, is the exact same way. We acted like children together exploring foreign lands but somehow expertly navigated the whole trip by the seat of our pants. It was fucking awesome.
My personality can best be described by this PEMF infrared heating mat. I don’t emit heat, I’m cool to the touch, but my heat penetrates deeper than all those other heating mats. It’s like I’m energy efficient or something. I only expend myself when needed. Perhaps this is the origin of my laziness? I can’t be awesome if I’m not lazy?
God, I hate writing about myself like this. I really do. I’m not like that, you know me best, right? It’s embarrassing is what it is.
But my point is…..I have about 40 clients still coming to my business, all of whom have known me since Massage by Melanie. My other therapists? Not even close. Even after all this time. Well, Mollie would be the closest. Then Adonis. But these clients don’t even get massages by me anymore, they come to my business simply because they like me.
Finding therapists that match my caliber are a rare find. Trust me, I’ve worked at Massage Envy, known quite a few therapists in my day and very few of them match my caliber of having both skill and likability.
I know what people want. That’s the trick. To take myself out of the equation. My therapist, Mollie, is an expert at this. She’s not the smartest person I ever met, but she’s a genius at likability. And now that you know my secret, there’s no need for the envy.
I’m freaking tired. I’m going to finish watching Future Man on Hulu and hit the hay.
The saying “hit the hay” is literally older than mattresses.
Wow….I just googled the history of mattresses for the last 15-20 minutes.
Oh God I have problems.