I had a panic attack last night all because the girl I hired didn’t text me back right away.
“Oh no she changed her mind! Now I have to settle on one of those other girls I interviewed!”
I interviewed four people so far. The only one I really liked, I hired on the spot. I gave her a key and put her on the schedule starting April 18th.
I’m learning so much about myself during this whole process of hiring people. I’m learning the importance of confidence and especially of self-worth. The girl I hired acted like she belonged there. That she’s not below me, or below being a confident MT. I see her potential.
And as silly as it sounds, I hired her because she’s a new massage therapist. I’ll get to mold her to my liking without her taking offense. That can’t be done with seasoned vet’s.
Yesterday I interviewed a woman from India.
“Oh yay!” I thought to myself. “This woman must know her shit. People from India take massage very seriously.”
I glanced at her application, and looked up at her. “Oh man I really want you to massage me right now.”
“You do? I can do that.”
Me – “Are you sure? I don’t want to put you on the spot.”
Her – “No problem. I’ll massage you.”
Well, she massaged me and it wasn’t what I had hoped. She has experience, she’s Indian, professional, confident, but, eh.
Racial profiling is rarely accurate…
Also, she’s somebody that can’t be molded. She’s somebody that believes there’s a clear definitive line between swedish and deep tissue. There is no clear line, only sucky massage verses a great one.
Another girl I interviewed felt a bit impulsive and overbearing. She told me I should charge more for pregnancy massage and that I should keep the massages to 50 minutes.
Another girl was incredibly sweet. She’s been working at Massage Envy for 3 years and wants out. She treated me like I was an actual boss and sincerely laughed at my stupid jokes. But…..would I want to get a massage from her? Would I come back to see her? To request her?
She gave me the impression that no, I wouldn’t anticipate another massage from her. But she’s so sweet and genuine! Why Melanie must you be such a prick?
It’s business. Nothing personal.
I’m looking for people with intelligence, confidence, and charisma – someone who wants to learn. Someone I can teach without them taking offense.
And so, last night I panicked because the one girl I felt was perfect for the job, didn’t text me back right away. My mind swirled out of control.
“It’s not real Mel. None of what you’re feeling is real.”
The thing with panic attacks is that they’re just as much physical as they are mental. Meaning, that becoming aware of my thoughts and getting a grip on them doesn’t always stop the physical side effects from happening. Shortness of breath, speedy pulse, complete terror. I swerved very close to experiencing the terror – I felt it before, and so I recognized what was happening to me. And it IS physical.
“It’s an attack! Calm the eff down girl. Calm the eff down.”
It’s like sitting atop a spooked horse. You, the rider, know what’s happening, but the bucking bronco between your legs won’t stop.
“First control your thoughts….but businesses fail. MOST businesses fail! I don’t know what I’m doing. And I’m alone in this!”
“It’s not life or death.”
“But it’s my life!”
The physical side of anxiety can best be described as chronic pain. People with chronic physical pain can’t get better because they can’t separate themselves from the pain. It’s always there. They can’t forget and let go, but cope.
Anxiety is no different. You can’t separate yourself from the physical repercussions of it. It’s a cycle that needs to run it’s course.
At the time of the attack, I was playing a video game called Borderlands which I attribute as being the trigger. It wasn’t all because that girl didn’t text me back, but that I was playing a highly frustrating first person shooter game on a big screen TV.
It stressed out my adrenals, I was dehydrated, I haven’t been eating well because of stress – it was NOT a good time to be playing that game. I’m throughly convinced now, after getting an attack, that video games cause ADD.
I’m home and working on a sign for my business that I can zip-tie to a poll on our one main road in town. There aren’t many signs on polls where I’m from, so when I come across them, I notice and can’t help to read them. One guy buys houses, another one is selling mattresses. Really guy? Mattresses?
My sign is going to overpower their little crappy signs.
$45 INTRO MASSAGE
GRAND OPENING APRIL 18TH.
And since I’m an artsy dork with Prismacolor markers, I colored the crap out of it.
But anyway, interviewing people really got me thinking…
What makes a person confident? Belief? But what makes them believe?
I took this question and kneaded it over for about three hours while I was massaging. And what I found it all comes down to is this:
Not only experience, but the ability to do something scary – something you’re really not confident for, but you do it anyway. It’s how people learn. And in my personal experience with walking the Camino, it’s only when you push yourself, do you find your self-worth.
I’m slowly getting my mind back. Slowly – very slowly. This past week I blocked off most of my schedule because well, I needed it.
How easily we can get lost in our lives. To lose perspective, to lose ourselves. It’s too easy. But for me, it’s a necessity that I don’t. Because when I do, episodes like last night happen.
The thing is, no matter what I’m thinking about, no matter where my focus is, I go deep into it and stretch my sanity strands until they’re frayed and broken. It doesn’t matter what it is. I could be sitting on the toilet completely engrossed in my bathroom book (the lazy intellectual), reading about linguistics and the history of language – amazing.
Like for instance, did you know that seibzehnhundertsechsundseibzig is 1776 written out in German? What’s it like writing out checks for those guys, you know?
It’s like massaging a person and palpating their tight muscles – it’s understanding them to the point where I communicate with them, I experience them as much as the client.
So if we learn through experience, and experience alone, what entails experience? What is it exactly?
I kneaded this one over too. While I massaged for those 3 long isolating hours.
When we perceive something, our eyes are the first to see it. If what we are seeing doesn’t register, we have no gut reaction to it – no feeling towards it. And so, our thoughts are used to decipher what we see when our feelings are absent. Can thought be experience?
I found the answer to be no.
“Can you experience a thought?” I thought to myself. “Not if that thought doesn’t carry any emotion. A thought can’t carry emotion like an idea can.”
In buddhism, yes. Technically yes you can experience a thought. As long as you’re an outside observer of that thought, you can say, “hey look guys! I’m experiencing a thought right now.” But that’s besides the point and will only confuse you. I’m sure you’re already confused.
No, what I’m trying to say is that experience happens when you are emotionally moved by a thought. Emotions help you to understand the thought. Without emotions, we wouldn’t be able to comprehend anything and grow.
So, in conclusion, to feel something emotionally brings about experience. Experience teaches you. Experience brings you confidence. As long as you’re aware of your emotions, you gain experience.
“But what about con men or sociopaths? They have no emotions and yet they come off as being charming and experienced. If you only learn through emotions, than how do you explain that?”
Rational brain, I missed our debates!
“Answer the question.”
Um, okay. That’s a good one. I was wondering that myself.
“You’re completely schizophrenic I hope you know.”
Con men and sociopaths have no empathy, but that doesn’t mean they’re incapable of feeling emotion. If they were incapable of emotion, they wouldn’t get off on doing what they do. They are emotionally selfish and have reached the highest level of narcissism. Their emotions are self-fulfilling, completely turned inward.
“But aren’t all emotions inward?”
Not love or curiosity. With those two things, you are connecting yourself with something outside yourself. You can only know yourself by seeing the contrasts, and you can only see the contrasts if you experience the outside world. This is where you find self-love, worth, and confidence.
“Sociopaths can be curious. They can set people up and prod them to get a reaction. Like all people are guinea pigs to them.”
“You are so freaking difficult. Yes, okay, they can be curious. I guess that’s partly where they get their experience from.”
Anyway, it’s late. It’s 1:25am actually. My sign board for my business sits uncompleted. I won’t be able to sleep until it’s finished.
I have two more interviews to give tomorrow and then hopefully I’ll be done with that portion of the business building.
A part of me feels like it’s all pretend. Like I’m interviewing these people, but not really. I don’t have the money to employ them, I’m not a boss, I have no work for them. It almost feels like I’m playing. I’m playing a game called “let’s see what it feels like to start a business” game.
It would be horrible – absolutely horrible if this feeling actually holds merit. A portion of it does, but the bigger part of it is yes, I can pay them, yes, I can get them tons of work and damn right I’m the boss.
Okay, I really need to finish my sign.
Tonight is the first in months where I was able to settle down and think.
There are three types of people in the world; Those who can be moved, those who can’t be moved, and those who move.
Let your emotions move you, but not control you. Let your thoughts guide you, but not fool you. Let experience in, and become it to the world.
A wise tribal man once told me to “Be the experience.” Since I’m on the topic of experience, I thought I’d throw that in. I’m too tired to connect it to the post however, and I already wrote about his phrase thoroughly in the past, so I’ll just let it sit for now.
Okay, I gotta go.