first day, new job. II

1st of march:
i reported for work at 9:55 am,
barely 60 minutes later,
i was sent home.

looks like my anxiety stomachaches have all gone to waste - for today, at least.

due to a severe miscommunication between the people up there - nothing to do with me - i ended up sitting pretty and waiting for my in-charge - who never showed up - to brief me, for approximately an hour. but i'm not sad, or upset, or angry, at all. au contraire, i'm jubilant! happy! free! this has got to take the cake for being the best first day of work, ever!

after i was sent packing, with their apologies of course, i called up the mother with the news. on hindsight, i'm seriously glad this mishap happened. otherwise, i would not have had the honour of the other two tan woman extending the invitation to tag along on a day of R&B. (read: spa)

TRUST ME, SO WORTH IT.
i definitely got the better end of this deal. *snickers*

that aside, A STRANGER SAW ME NAKED!
and i did not

a) faint/scream/shriek
b) go temporarily insane and seek cover under the massage bed
c) shrivel up and die from embarrassment

i consider not having done all the above, as having overcome a major psychological barrier.
*pats self on back*

scenario #1
whilst she was scrubbing my back, i was completely in my element; that being sleeping/napping. however, the millisecond she made me flip over from lying on my tummy to my back, i got nervous. i was feeling stressed! at a spa! i was wondering what was about to happen next, when without warning, she WHIPPED my towel off me.

there i lay, as bare as a baby's bottom
(save for the minuscule-y flimsy piece of fabric mascarading as disposable undies)

if the waves of shock hadn't permeated through my body, paralysing me in the process, god knows what i might have done. for example: screaming bloody murder! and using my hands to preserve what little shred of modesty that remained, which had all but been outraged. *runs and hides*

thank god she was professional. i sure as hell wasn't.

scenario #2
poor girl, trying her darnest to massage me, while i bit/pursed my lips, clenched my teeth/fists - anything to stop myself from laughing out loud. but bit by bit, my smile turned into a grin, into a giggle before i exploded: erupting into a psychotic fit of full-fledged laughter. amidst my giggles, i managed to get out "i'm sorry. i'm ticklish." as a way of explanation. she attempted to coax me into calming down, but the instant i felt her fingers touch/prod/massage the area around my stomach leading to my belly button, and then my belly button itself.. i'm sorry, it got the better of me. haha

the scrub + wrap was amazing. i've never felt so clean in my life. when i was muddied, wrapped up in a plastic sheet, covered with towels and left to bake, i felt like a chicken being soaked in marinate before being put in the oven. the mud they applied smelled minty and stinged; like standing in the breezzle (breeze + drizzle) after a long day under the hot sun, feeling the raindrops cool your warm skin in drips and drops all over. LOVELY.

p/s: i spent the entire day thinking of *.
note to self: i must toughen up! don't be so soft-hearted, woman!