I have worked for a massage corporation for almost a year and a half. And let me tell you, if there’s one job where you need massages, it’s working the morning shift at the front desk of a massage corporation!

 

I know many of you have already heard me gripe about my work situation. It has frustrated me so much, I wrote an article about what to do if you hate your job. Part of the problem is that I need the income. Writing only brings in so much, you see. Another problem is that I care too much. And the final issue is that changing jobs would be a pain in the butt.

 

First Issue

Hubby would laugh at me and say that we would be fine without my measly salary. He’s right but we are nearing retirement from the military and that money would help make our retirement dreams come true. We’d like to take our 60 days and spend it split between Greece and Italy. More recently, he wants to add the Southern Caribbean for an additional month.

Second Issue

I really do care too much. I don’t understand why a person can’t just do their job and do it properly. Is it really that difficult to fold the laundry after you take it out of the dryer? Whatever happened to “on time means your late?” It’s the little things but they add up. I get frustrated when I walk into work every morning and the closing shift fails to complete their checklist. I mean, there’s a checklist for a reason! It’s not that difficult! (You can tell that my shoulders are scrunching up into my ears right about now.)

 

Last Issue

Because I do my job, the management loves me. That equates to all my requests for time off being honored. It means that I dictate what hours I want to work and there is never a conversation about me adding or changing my shifts. Where else am I going to find that? That is the one saving grace to me staying. I know that I get what I want.

 

So do you understand why I need massages? I had one yesterday. And once again, I was reminded that my body is getting worse. Sitting at a computer all day for this job as well as typing my assignments has forced my shoulders to maintain the “Hunchback of Notre Dame” position. The sad thing is that I used to take advantage of my free massage a month. I thought that it would be enough. About three months ago, I started booking myself for two a month. Apparently, that isn’t enough either. I’m going to try 90-minute massages and see if that helps. But you know you’re in trouble when you first get on the table and your therapist is already telling you that you need more sessions.

 

I’m not ready to give up on my job yet but I think I may need to ask for a raise. Or at least a stipend for stretch sessions!