jianantonic | (no subject)

The DC Chief of Caddies (or "COC," as we like to call him) is a big ol' liar. I'll send you the schedule on Thursday. I'll have it done by tonight, really (Saturday). You'll get it by this evening. Well, well, well, it's officially Sunday and I think it's safe to say I won't be seeing that schedule any time soon. Not that I care. If I'm not scheduled to work, I'll just play. The money is just an added bonus, really. I don't need the work. I just want to go to be with my caddy homies. And I will be, regardless of the schedule, so suck on that, COC. :) (He's an alright guy, really, I just wanted to bitch for a moment because today is a GRUMPY day for no particular reason.)

Roope and I just broke in his massage table. It was my first ever real professional massage, complete with under-a-sheet nakedness. There are two reasons I've never had a professional massage before. The first is that I'm terrified it'll tickle so much that I won't be able to let the massage therapist even touch me. The second is that I've never been particularly comfortable with the nakedness issue. But Roope assured me he'd keep the sheet where it belonged and he'd be professional and all, so I took the plunge and it all worked out swimmingly. Parts did tickle, but he just worked around it and he really was quite good. His asking price (which I don't have to pay because I bought the table, biotch) is very reasonable and I highly recommend his services. $20/hour plus $5 or a sandwich if he has to come to you. Want a rub-down? I'll hook you up. Sorry, folks, no "happy endings." He really is a pro. :)

So I'm fully relaxed now and I think I'm going to hit the sack. Family reunion tomorrow. Huzzah!

Peace.