Yes, it's true, summer vacation is over and it's time to face the real world. No matter that temperatures are still in the high 80s and the tomatoes haven't ripened yet. Days are getting shorter, the sun sits lower in the sky, and I've got myself a real honest-to-goodness job. That's right, I've joined the ranks of the gainfully employed as a licensed massage therapist. I'm working at Balanced Massage, a clinic up in Medford that focuses on therapeutic and deep tissue work, and so far it seems like a really good fit.
I wasn't supposed to start work until this week, when the gal I'm filling in for was scheduled to go on maternity leave, but she ended up going into labor on Friday. Needless to say, I got to jump right in to her busy schedule, and thankfully no one seemed too upset by the fact that I wasn't her. She gave birth to a healthy baby boy that night, and they're both doing fine. My system is still in shock from dishing out five massages in one day; my hands and forearms are a little sore, but give me another month of this and I'll challenge anyone to arm wrestling.
So here's the next great adventure. I get to experience all the joys and frustrations of building up a clientele, figuring out the best way to get stubborn muscles to relax, and becoming the most popular massage therapist in town (just kidding on that last one). Oh, and living in the same place with the same person for a whole entire year. That hasn't happened since high school; I've still got a couple months to go before it's official but just the idea of it is scarily grown up. I guess that goes along with the multiplying gray hairs on my head...
I wasn't supposed to start work until this week, when the gal I'm filling in for was scheduled to go on maternity leave, but she ended up going into labor on Friday. Needless to say, I got to jump right in to her busy schedule, and thankfully no one seemed too upset by the fact that I wasn't her. She gave birth to a healthy baby boy that night, and they're both doing fine. My system is still in shock from dishing out five massages in one day; my hands and forearms are a little sore, but give me another month of this and I'll challenge anyone to arm wrestling.
So here's the next great adventure. I get to experience all the joys and frustrations of building up a clientele, figuring out the best way to get stubborn muscles to relax, and becoming the most popular massage therapist in town (just kidding on that last one). Oh, and living in the same place with the same person for a whole entire year. That hasn't happened since high school; I've still got a couple months to go before it's official but just the idea of it is scarily grown up. I guess that goes along with the multiplying gray hairs on my head...
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