I'm enjoying some simple pleasures like watching the Olympics while in air conditioning. Ok, I have an ulterior motive for watching the Olympics: Russian gymnastics diva Svetlana Khorkina. I find her very intriguing. Even more so when the sportscaster said "She does modelling back in Russia, some of it for dubious magazines." *eyebrow raises* Please, tell me where I can find these "dubious" magazines! I asked the husband what he thought of her, and he said the American female gymnasts looked so "boring" compared to her. I think he said he thought American girls in general looked "boring" to him (he's English, if that makes a difference), excluding me, of course. 
. I'm glad we're usually on the same page with this sort of thing. I'm bisexual, but very picky with women (wow, I sound like some men I know!). Something has to be a little....off. Or exotic. Or just....different. Not entirely "girl next door", let's say. Heh heh, I'm a bitch.
So, enough perving on gymnasts with dubious modelling careers and dubious teeth. I have 2 interesting job possibilities in front of me:
1) "Catwoman Massuese". I'm not even sure I spelled 'massuese' correctly, because I hate the word (it has a sexual connotation, and I'm a prude believe it or not when I'm working). I can't really say "Catwoman Massage Therapist", how "professional" am I if I'm wearing black leather? My client who owns the gay club keeps coming up with new ways to help me/exploit me, and this is his current idea: dominatrix style set-up on the stage at the gay club, with me doing chair massage while wearing something scandalous. $2 minute, which I keep all of. "The gay guys will love it! They love your T & A, and the idea of you hurting them! It will be a hit!"
2) Working at this swanky spa my friend just got hired at. It's in Winter Park (notoriously snobby area in Orlando) which slightly turns me off. Highlights, attitudes, cell phones ringing, and dry skin from too much tanning bed is what I can expect from the female clientele. I can handle it, but I don't like it. My friend Laura will be doing facials there, making $35/hr and up. My massage commission would be comparable. She had the interview yesterday, and is all jazzed because they hired her and she has no experience. The thing that worried me was how the owner told her they are all "one close, tight-knit family", and went on to ask Laura who her favorite designer is, favorite artist, favorite club, etc to make sure she was "compatable with everyone." WHAT? Laura thought it was kind of funny, but I think it's kind of weird. Is there a "wrong" answer if she chooses Betsey Johnson over Vivienne Westwood? Does it really fucking matter? I guess it does in this superficial business. God forbid someone show up wearing last season's Prada to work.
So......Laura said they desparately need an LMT (massage girl), and the owner is very interested in me without even meeting me yet. I need to go there now, while Laura is in training, and pop in with a resume....but I just can't get that excited over assimilating myself into a phony "close-knit family".
I'm still working for myself, as of 1 month now, but it doesn't hurt to have a little steady money to supplement. I'm getting used to not answering to anyone, and it fucking ROCKS. If I DO work anywhere else, I'm going in there like a fucking diva this time. Never again will I go above and beyond my job description....it just leaves me feeling bitter that people don't appreciate it. Attention to detail, professionalism, and doing work you don't have to do (laundry, putting your boss's weed away when she forgets) mostly go unnoticed. Hey, I like the little pat on the back as much as everyone else.
Well, me and my bad attitude better get ready. I think I'll go put on my best Old Navy outfit and rock that spa.
Love, miss_lady
. I'm glad we're usually on the same page with this sort of thing. I'm bisexual, but very picky with women (wow, I sound like some men I know!). Something has to be a little....off. Or exotic. Or just....different. Not entirely "girl next door", let's say. Heh heh, I'm a bitch.
So, enough perving on gymnasts with dubious modelling careers and dubious teeth. I have 2 interesting job possibilities in front of me:
1) "Catwoman Massuese". I'm not even sure I spelled 'massuese' correctly, because I hate the word (it has a sexual connotation, and I'm a prude believe it or not when I'm working). I can't really say "Catwoman Massage Therapist", how "professional" am I if I'm wearing black leather? My client who owns the gay club keeps coming up with new ways to help me/exploit me, and this is his current idea: dominatrix style set-up on the stage at the gay club, with me doing chair massage while wearing something scandalous. $2 minute, which I keep all of. "The gay guys will love it! They love your T & A, and the idea of you hurting them! It will be a hit!"
2) Working at this swanky spa my friend just got hired at. It's in Winter Park (notoriously snobby area in Orlando) which slightly turns me off. Highlights, attitudes, cell phones ringing, and dry skin from too much tanning bed is what I can expect from the female clientele. I can handle it, but I don't like it. My friend Laura will be doing facials there, making $35/hr and up. My massage commission would be comparable. She had the interview yesterday, and is all jazzed because they hired her and she has no experience. The thing that worried me was how the owner told her they are all "one close, tight-knit family", and went on to ask Laura who her favorite designer is, favorite artist, favorite club, etc to make sure she was "compatable with everyone." WHAT? Laura thought it was kind of funny, but I think it's kind of weird. Is there a "wrong" answer if she chooses Betsey Johnson over Vivienne Westwood? Does it really fucking matter? I guess it does in this superficial business. God forbid someone show up wearing last season's Prada to work.
So......Laura said they desparately need an LMT (massage girl), and the owner is very interested in me without even meeting me yet. I need to go there now, while Laura is in training, and pop in with a resume....but I just can't get that excited over assimilating myself into a phony "close-knit family".
I'm still working for myself, as of 1 month now, but it doesn't hurt to have a little steady money to supplement. I'm getting used to not answering to anyone, and it fucking ROCKS. If I DO work anywhere else, I'm going in there like a fucking diva this time. Never again will I go above and beyond my job description....it just leaves me feeling bitter that people don't appreciate it. Attention to detail, professionalism, and doing work you don't have to do (laundry, putting your boss's weed away when she forgets) mostly go unnoticed. Hey, I like the little pat on the back as much as everyone else.
Well, me and my bad attitude better get ready. I think I'll go put on my best Old Navy outfit and rock that spa.
Love, miss_lady
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oh, and patti smith rocked. if you ever get a chance, see her live. she's great.