I used to have a manila folder I called my feel good file. I would fill it with touching notes, letters, and papers that had really flattering comments on it. At some point I misplaced my folder. This blog is the result. This is really just for me on a bad day, but if you are not me and you are reading this, then you are welcome here.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
OK this is going to sound a lot like bragging. That's because it is. I just had the best job interview this morning. I went in wearing what I wear every day. The receptionist was fantastic in every way and gave me a free sandwich before I left some five hours later. The office was beautiful, inviting, professional and felt open and expansive. The rooms were big enough for my long legs and that is saying a lot. The hot stones were better than my own. The manager was great. She was talking about her elite staff and when she mentioned a particular name and I said "Oh, I've worked on her. In fact she video taped me giving her a massage." I got some amused eyebrows and a little laughter and had to add, "...because she wanted to learn some of the moves I use." I knew I was being an arrogant ass but they were very impressed and that was what I wanted. I gave the manager two hours of hot stone massage for the interview. She did not ask for two hours but said I could take as much time as I wanted. I wanted. I was having fun doing what ever I wanted instead of what I thought an interview massage should be. I told jokes, made mistakes, flaunted my musculo-skeletal vocabulary, and even laughed at her maniacally. She insisted I work on the owner as well and I worked on him for over an hour in a very different way. I was all business sticking just to the upper thorax and using the heat of stones to soften rather than to indulge. He told me right away that I must love what I do. He told me he was going to make me into a super star. I told him I already was one. He told me just how sweet he would make it for me. The manager sat down and told me they only want to work with happy people. That her goal was to keep everyone happy. When an appointment hit the book she would call me and ask me if I wanted it. She kept telling me that I could say no and that she would reschedule. She said if at any point I can make more money outside the office that she expected me to take that appointment first. She said they not only want everyone to be happy because it's good for the clients, but also because that is how they get and keep the best massage therapists. That, and they pay better than Google. I had once considered massaging for Google because they payed their therapists so well but didn't want to be tied down to a corporate schedule. The manager said my work provided something that was missing in the office. She apologised for saying the word sensual but that it was a good thing along with a lot of other really nice a flattering adjectives. Hearing that in a clinical (take health insurance) setting made me feel really good. She made it very clear that she wanted me to work there. There was a lot of talking almost out of my hearing that I took to be about me and to be very favorable. And then I met the other male therapist and was immediately intimidated by his stature and humbled by his generosity of spirit. I am really looking forward to working at this place. If for some reason it doesn't work out it was still such a huge boon to my ego that I would have a hard time being disappointed. I have just felt respected and wanted in ways I would have never considered asking for. Thank you. Thank you so much.