3 posts tagged “massage”

Tonight kicked my ass, hardcore!

I got home at 2am, the shop closes at 11p!!!

My body hurts in ways it hasn't hurt since... since... my first restaurant job. 
I would kill for a massage right now.  I need to be rubbed in a bad way, head to toe, front to back.
I hurt everywhere. 

New Guy is a good guy and a good worker but he's a bit slow to catch on.  Which shouldn't be surprising because he's 37 and still lives with his parents. 
Not to mention that he can't do math to save his life.  Which is bad when you have to count out a till.

I'm closing with him again tomorrow night. 
It will be better though.  The airport is going to be slower tomorrow, I know that he can't add and I'm not letting him near a register during rushes (because he's not god at common sense either*, not because he can't add.)

Tomorrow is my Friday. 
I'm going to go crawl (because I don't think I can walk) into bed, pass the fuck out and attempt to sleep forever.

* When taking an order for a Carmel Shake, he felt the need to ring it up as a mocha shake (which has chocolate and coffee in it) then modify it to carmel only... instead of a Vanilla Shake (which already has no coffee in it) add Carmel Sauce.

but instead I'm going to blog cause I'm cool like that.

I have no reefer and that saddens me greatly!!
I also fucked up my ankle and that too saddens me.

Why don't I have any reefer you ask?
'Cause I smoked it all. 
I generally get my reefer from the T's neighbor and I meant to call him to see if I could get some today before work but I totally forgot.  Why?  'Cause I was stoned.  Smart, huh?  Oh well.  I shouldn't smoke.  I should just go to bed anyway.

My ankle...
I'm not positive but I'm pretty sure I fucked it up at work. 
The details are kind of involved and somewhat embarrassing but the condensed version... I fell.
And I blame She Wants Revenge (because god knows I'm not to blame for ANYTHING in my life)
The good news (if I recall correctly from my massage training) because it hurts during active and not passive movement that means its a muscle injury (not a ligament injury) which means if I tough it out it'll probably get better in a few days.
Possibly, if I get the motivation, I'll explain later with visual or audio aids.

For now, I'm going to go crawl into the magical bed and drift off to Happy Friday thoughts.  'Cause TOMORROW IS MY FRIDAY!

It's 132a.

I Got up 12 hours ago and it feels like two.  Where the fuck does the day go?
Actually, I know where it went.  It disappeared like the bottle of vodka that's nearly empty sitting in the freezer.  That, combined with a little bit of reefer, a little bit of video games and a lot of movies will make the day fucking disappear. 

I'm okay with that.
It was a good day.

I'm at the Terrorist's house.  I woke up this morning to his phone ringing then him coming in and informing me that his dad was going to be arriving "anywhere from now to 30 minutes."  After his dad left we proceeded to spike our drinks and dick around all day.  We watched three movies Reservoir Dogs, Grave of Fireflies (which is the fucking "saddest movie ever. Period."), and My neighbor Totoro (which was the antidote to Grave of Firefliess)  The last movie ended about 45 minutes or so ago.  The T asked me to rub him 'cause his back is bothering him (probably cause we've barely moved all day) which I gladly did and because my fingers are so magical (or it could be because we've been drinking for 10 hours) he passed out. 

I have a headache.  It's approaching throbing-ly bad.  I've been getting headaches the past couple of days.  Wonder what that's all about?

Nathan is coming to visit me in July.  He requested the other day that I start a count down on my blog as to when he's going to be here.  I don't know why he wants me to do this because he doesn't read my blog but I guess that's not really important. 

Let the count down begin...
Nathan will be here in.... A LONG FUCKING TIME.  (About two months)  The closer it gets the more specific I'll get.

I miss my roommate.
I haven't seen her in forever.  Well that's not entirely true.  She sliced her finger at work last night and I made her stop by here so the T could take a look at it.  She totally needs stitches but she didn't go.  Oh well, she'll survive.   We hung out for about two hours here but that's pretty much the most I've seen of her in like a week or so.

I need to go to bed.  My eye hurts.  So does my head.  Maybe they're related.