Most women gab & gossip to their hairdresser; I, on the other hand, begin to sob and breakdown while lying face-down on a massage table, my little teardrops landing soundly on the bare feet of my massage therapist. No, not because she has her elbow pressed firmly into my shoulder blade, trying her best to loosen up a knot I call "James" (yes, I name the sore muscles and knots in my back, doesn't everyone?); more-so because the dam of emotions that I have had nicely blocked of for the past couple of months sprung a leak. This day, which started out so well, immediately went straight to the 7th circle of hell as soon as I walked into work.
For as much as I enjoy spontaneity, I am a creature of routine. My newest pleasure is to wake up quite early in the morning, fill up the electric tea kettle that I have on a dark wooden table next to my bed, and wait for the water to boil. I pick out whichever tea appeals to me, prepare a cup, and climb back into bed. This morning I read a book by Sarah Ban Breathnach until it was time to get up, but the few extra moments of pampering really made my day begin with charm. It had stopped raining by the time I woke up, but the air still held onto the scent for me.
Waking up to this, and knowing I was getting a massage later in the morning, made me excited about going to work and enjoying the day. Alas, the rain didn't last, and neither did the spell I had tried cast for myself.
I'll not go into the rest of the day, other than to say that I am tired, feeling quite hurt, and all I want is my bed and that cup of tea again. But in the meantime, I'm settling for texting an old flirt of mine who usually tends to cheer me up, and am enjoying an nice cup of not-so-quiet tea here at my desk. Everyone's gone for the day but me, and a strange old man grabbed my butt when I gave him a job application. This day just keeps getting better and better.
But, to make things better, a very cute guy is filling out an application here, is quite friendly, I've got that aforementioned old flirt on reserve, and have had a dinner/movie invitation from another friend tonight. Of course, I'll be spending the evening with a pint (Ben & Jerry's, of course) and my best friend as we sob the day away. The boys can wait for the weekend.
I, on the other hand, require chocolate.
I, on the other hand, require chocolate.
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I love you so much, Chantile! I am so sorry that your day was so awful. I love you so much!!
Thanks for listening to me cry last night!! I needed it :( I love you, too!!
Oh, btw, the creepy man who grabbed my butt came back. I was not friendly to him... esp. since I'm working alone again and had 5 people crammed in here, and was doing a drug screen and answering the phone @ the same time!! I need a new tiara! lol
A new tiara might do wonders! ;-) Sorry your day was so horrid, too ... I've had that "bawling during relaxation" thing happen, too - two weeks in a row at our Hypnobirthing class, LOL. Rest assured, it's normal.
Maybe some pepper spray is in order for "Creepy Old Guy" - and more pampering, for you!
Pint-wise, I definitely recommend Phish Food, if you can find it... ;-)