*NO, not from blogging here, you. Of course, a few reasons why I haven’t done much here is that I’ve been figuring out what I should write next for my next story (which I will be on soon), and riding the waves of panty pudding from looking at pics of Keanu Reeves on Tumblr/Pinterest.
But the biggest reason is that I’ve been in transition with my job for the past few weeks. Still working as a massage therapist, but now at a different spa. As of last Saturday, I have left the spa I’ve worked at of three years. I’ve seen plenty of spa workers walk in and out of those doors, and actually thought the only way I’d walk out that door is if a book I wrote did so successful to where I had to leave my MT job for my dream job. (Seriously, I had these aspirations, and still do.) I’ve made so many friends among both my fellow spa workers and regular guests, and made some nice money along the way.
But as much as it hurts to leave, the past few months at that spa made the leave less sad. In a way, I had to.
I hated what that place has become. Our unit used to be tight, until personal agendas of some got in the way of business. Couple that with the person who has NO clue how to lead/manager become the Lead MT, and then telling some of us to go “mind our business” when it came to some important issues, and I noticed I was on a sinking ship that I had to abandon right away.
Actually, you can throw all this in the mix as well. Prepare for some hot tea.
–a security camera being installed…in the break room. But NOT up-front, where I feel it matters more. Why in the back? One of the MTs got their stuff stolen was one of the big reasons. (This MT, by the way, is one of the cockiest, most spoiled brats I had the displeasure of working with. Bitch had the nerve to not show up to work for two days straight one time, and they still allow his ass to work. Meanwhile, two years ago, a good friend of mine got the boot for an incident with a guest in which she was not given a chance to say her side of the story. BULLSHIT.) The other was to see if laundry was getting done. First up, the break room may have a door that leads to an alley-way, but it is usually locked when no one is there. And who the hell would steal this spoiled brat’s shit? He’s got ghetto shit anyway, and I know that ’cause I’ve seen it. Second, why should it matter who is doing laundry? Shouldn’t it matter more that laundry gets done, no matter who does them? (Again, going back to what I mentioned in an earlier entry, this would NOT have happened if we kept our cleaning ladies instead of dumbass management letting them go without notice, after all the hard work they put in in the two years they were there.) And you can add a third: is the place I used to work for a spa, or a bank? Last time I heard, since the camera got installed, very few eat at that break room now for lunch. I also heard there are hidden cameras in that break room, and that rumor alone is just odious.
–their lack of want ads for recruiting new spa workers. Others have left, and will be leaving, too. When I was looking for a new place to work on Craigslist, I noticed not one ad for my former place. This was almost two months ago. And in the two months since then, there was only one ad put out for that place. And it was for front desk help (yep, we’re losing our receptionists, too). Not one ad for spa workers. Not one.
So how are they recruiting new people to work for them? A flyer, posted in the break room (with the camera and possible hidden cameras around, mind you), telling us to go spread the word that they’re hiring. Uh, yeah. Like that’s going to work. What do they expect us to do? Go up to random people and ask if they’re looking for a job? It takes people with certain accreditations and education to work for the heart of that place, now! You can’t go up to random people in public and assume they’re a massage therapist or esthetician! But, hey, in the event that you do that kind of shit, actually approach someone who is an MT or esti, and wants to work at that hellhole, you do get a little bonus for your effort. (As well as a bonus for the potential
sucker newbie to the spa.) How did that place get the money to offer the spa workers a bonus, after not offering such a thing in the past? I dunno, but the place has been saving up some dough for not posting their ads on CL–which, by the way, costs $75 per ad to post. (Other spas that are hiring post their ads at least once a week. They don’t mind spending the money; they know that they’re going to get their money’s worth in the end when someone responds to it.) Come to think of it, that break room camera looks pretty pricey. And the place had to turn away lots of guests due to lack of therapists around. That’s a lot of money being lost, but, hey, at least there’s a fancy security camera in the break room.
Just to put in perspective on how skimpy our unit has gotten, I once saw their Sunday schedule a couple weeks ago, and there was only three people working. Three! On a day that once saw as many as seven/eight MTs working!
–our Lead MT is a bitch. And to think I once liked him and even applauded for him when he was announced that he became the Lead. It breaks my heart to see what he’s become, but, dammit, talk about a power trip. He makes less than I do at my new job, for chrissakes.
And I’m gonna stop spilling the tea/burning the bridge here. There’s more than what I said, but, in all honesty, it really isn’t worth my time anymore. It’s not my spa, anymore. And it’s certainly not the one that I set foot in three years ago.
I now work at a real spa. Much closer to home, too. Where I get paid a whole lot more for my work, and where drama and high school petty shit is not tolerated whatsoever. Where there’s no such thing as, oh, $5 tips for a 90-minute massage, like I got on occasions at my old place. Nah, my place tips. Period. I’m a happy girl…but I’d be a little more happy if I can bring all my friends and regular guests from the old place, and have them with me. I should be happy; first day on the job, I got a $50 tip. In fact, I made a whole lot more working three hours there than I would working a full five-hour shift at my old job. Plus, we get a 15-minute break in between sessions, unlike the 2 seconds I got at the hellhole. You really can’t beat that.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to be up early tomorrow. (My new place, in a way, turned me into an early bird; they book me sessions as early as 10 in the morn and I’m more than happy to do that. ANYTHING to get away from even thinking about going back to my old job, or a “spa” like that.) I’ll be doing some massages poolside at the upscale hotel my spa has partnered with (no need to lug my table from spa to hotel; it’s all at the hotel) in the morning, and I need my beauty sleep. You know you need to get your ass to bed right away when you can’t come up with something snarky or remotely good to close an entry.