massage may do a body good-but doing massage ain't no good for this bod tonight...

Whine, whine, whine.

Four massages and all of them deep tissue junkies. I swear some peoples flesh is so dense you'd hav'ta use one of those ridged metal meat tenderizers to make a dent in 'em.

One client tonight kept asking me to go deeper into her shoulder with my elbow-DEEPER!-holy shit lady, I've already got all my weight balanced on my pointy little elbow sunk into your neck, not to mention pushing off the wall with all my force for extra leverage.

Sigh... I shoulda just told her to go get rolfed or something. She'd already had two hours of massage by that point.

Big folks all of them, till my fourth client, I thought, mercy, someone average sized who just wants to relax... Until she uttered those casual words: 'You could go just a bit deeper...'

Aiiiiieeeee!

My poor rhomboids feel like bloody spaghetti, and I have two more days of work to get through! It's definately an ibuprofen and traumeel kinda night.

Really though, despite my rampant whining, I'm awful glad to have the job.

and hey, I think I'll sleep well tonight, moon or no moon!