Some people seem to live their lives at a fairly moderate pace. They may have a few severe ups and down events during their life but mostly they seem to live a pretty even keeled life. Not to say there isn’t stress and disappointment, sadness, elation, and revelry. Just that it’s not all that extreme.
That….. is not my life. It never has been and I’m not sure if it ever will be. And do I even want that? Lol. Well….. sometimes…. like now I really like to think I do.
I called the doctor late last night to discuss one of her clients. He was probably in the top three of most difficult sessions I’ve ever had. He was in extreme pain. I even tried to stop the session. I was prepared to refund him his money no problem. But he insisted to continue through the pain.
His primary issue was that his anal muscles were completely seized up. But that caused secondary issues which I won’t go into. He was such a trooper, but I was so glad that was my last session of the day.
So I casually ask her how long she will be staying in town and she said it depends on if she gets more clients to do the series of colonics. Then she will stay through their entire detox to monitor them. I’ll tell you the truth.
My heart sank a bit. I am so truly grateful to have the work and meet these wonderful people, but she already has me overbooked every day for the next week and a half.
So much so, I will literally make more money this single week than I have made every single month since I started this business. And while this is monumental and so wonderful it is also unsustainable at this pace. I don’t have a single day off slated again this month. Not one.
Times like this make me acutely aware that I really need a wife or a mother. Lol. I simply can’t work at this pace and take care of myself well, let alone my children and my house.
This vegetable and fruit diet that I am on gives me a lot of mental and physical stamina though and I am super grateful it coincided. I would say serendipitously, but we all know I don’t really believe in that. But at the same time I am at the point where I don’t have time to sustain it. Juicing takes a lot of time and clean-up. Making hearty homemade soups takes a bit of prep time and clean-up.
I’ll muscle through, but it makes me wonder how residents do it. Expected to work such long hours in those environments without making mistakes. It seems not only unreasonable but completely inhumane.
It also reminds me of when I worked at the Hyatt. I loved that job so much. I started when I was 18 at the front desk. It was my full intention to retire with that company. I had aspirations to be a front desk manager. Took me 6 years but I finally worked my way up to assistant front desk manager when our manager was fired unexpectedly.
It was then upon myself and the other assistant manager to cover the desk. For an entire month while they searched for a replacement he and I worked 12+ hour shifts every single day. Because I was salary I calculated my pay and I was making less than every single employee under me.
I didn’t care. I was so loyal to that company that I was not about to leave them in a lurch and if that’s what it took so be it. During that time (because I worked the night/graveyard shift) I even managed to get the hotel sold out 4 nights in a row. One of those legitimately so.
The other three I either padded a couple of the empty rooms with no-shows to make it look sold out or I had to move people to another hotel.
The GM even called me into her office to congratulate me. I’m not sure if it was then or later that I told her my aspirations to be front desk manager.
Whenever it was…she paused….looked at me gravely and said “you’ll never be front desk manager”. It took every single piece of strength in by body to not cry at that moment. She told me that because I had no college degree I didn’t qualify for it.
Once a front desk manager was found I took a lateral demotion (oxymoron I know). I kept my pay but transferred to a secretarial position so I could then work office hours and go to school at night. I was driven to get my degree and all was going well until one of my two managers started planning her wedding and became the biggest cunt this side of the Mississippi.
She would berate me in front of my coworkers for simple mistakes, sometimes not even mine. She slammed doors behind me, looked at me like she hated me and was just horrible to me. Finally one day after a particularly bad day when she slammed the door literally on my face I walked off the job. And that was the end of my hospitality career.
I still occasionally have dreams about working there.
Well anyway. I’m not sure what to do about this situation with this doctor. I recognize this is a limited time offer and I’m super happy we connected in this world but…… it may be asking too much of me. I am only but one person and outside of work I have my own obligations and people to attend to, including myself.
I really didn’t know what to say yesterday. I didn’t confirm I could help more of her clients but she also didn’t ask directly. I suppose like all things…..I’ll see what happens when the time comes.
I did tell the girls that because of this extra money maybe we can finally take a small vacation and head to the beach for two days for my birthday. The thought of that alone is very uplifting and I’m hoping helps pull me through this.
Not trying to complain, but it ain’t easy being me sometimes. Lol