Have you ever had a bad massage? It is a waste of time and money. It is worse than no massage at all. I experienced my second bad massage today. By the same massage therapist as the first time. When I made the appointment yesterday, I made sure to ask who was available and it was a different therapist. One that my mom has been to before and liked. I showed up at the spa looking forward to a relaxing massage with the good therapist and was checked in and turned over to the bad therapist.
It all happened so quickly I found myself in the room undressing all the while willing myself to go back to the front desk and complain. But I'm a chicken. I couldn't face the therapist and tell her that she is THAT bad. I didn't want to hurt her feelings. So I suffered through another horrible 55 minutes of sausage fingers probing me like aliens. The whole time beating myself up for not saying something. After the massage, I quickly got dressed and escaped to the lobby where I promptly complained to the receptionist that I was supposed to have the OTHER therapist and that I do not like the one they gave me. At all. She said she didn't have the authority to waive the fee, but she would make sure the owner called me as soon as he was back.
I paid for my horrible massage and even included a $10 tip. I couldn't justify not tipping. It wasn't the bad therapist's fault that the front desk had screwed up and I didn't say anything. I then walked quickly back to the car and burst into tears. And called B, crying the whole time. It is times like this when I know the Lu.pron is affecting me (as if I didn't know before?). I mean, a situation like this would normally get me all riled up and I would be pissed off, but crying? I mean, come on. It wasn't the end of the world. I sound like such a spoiled privileged brat complaining about a horrible massage. Whoa is me, boo hoo.
The thing is, I tend to look at things very drastically and fatalistically when I'm all emotional on hormones (or lack thereof). I kept thinking this was my last chance for a massage because I start stims tomorrow and my ovaries will start swelling and it will be too dangerous or uncomfortable to get a massage. This morning I really wanted to sleep in because I knew that it was my last chance for the next couple of weeks while stimming as I'll need to do my Men.opur shot at 7am sharp every morning. And because I kept thinking about that, I couldn't sleep. Then the massage fiasco just made it feel like nothing was going right. The universe was imploding. Dramatic much? Yep, that's me.
The owner did call me back this afternoon and after a half assed apology and an attempt to get me to settle for a free massage at another time or even today (as if I want to go back to the scene of the crime in the same day), he agreed to refund my money and pay the therapist himself. Am I satisfied? Sort of. I mean, I feel like he fixed the immediate issue, but problem is, now I don't know if I can ever show my face there again. *Sigh*
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