In the last few weeks, I’ve begun to swear to myself never again to hire a therapist who works seven days a week–especially at three to four different jobs. No matter how much she assures me she can handle it/has handled it/wants to handle it. Not even if her practical makes me feel like whipped mousse . . . the first time around.
Even worse, short, infrequent shifts with little energetic involvement doesn’t leave you a lot for being a good team member. You don’t always fold that load of laundry or look around for some shared task that needs to be done. You’re not really involved here, you just work here . . . sometimes. And you might make a few more dollars, but seriously . . . are a few more hours of massage going to make you rich? Not unless you’re personal massage staff for a major celebrity or oil tycoon.
