Mmrph...

I do so love my job.

So around noon, Angie in one office blithely books me an hour's massage for 18:00 in the other office... Right off, this is a problem: office hours are 08:00-17:00; not even the owner works later than that, and she wouldn't ask him to. She certainly wouldn't say he would without his consent. And then there's the added bonus: the fellow who wants this after-hours massage is "kinda creepy feelin'."

...~deadpan stare~ This is my husband's aunt setting me up for this. ~raises eyebrow~ I know she's too intelligent to not see the red flags here...

So she called Diane in the other office to confirm. And Diane said, "...um...Angie, I don't think Jess'll agree to that."
"Well, would she do it in Pulaski?" (Angie's office).
"Probably not. I'll ask, but... I just don't think so."

So Angie cancells the appointment. God bless you, Diane, for having more mother's logic than business voracity.

13:00, I show up in Diane's office expecting a busy day--3 half-hours, spread out between 14:00 and 16:00. Plenty of time to do notes and set the room up and do all the little stuff. And not pass out; staying standing takes more energy now than it did three months ago, fancy that...

Except the 14:00 wanted to move her appointment to 13:00.
No problem. Gives me an hour to do all the little stuff between her and the next person.

Except that in the middle of the 13:00, someone books for 14:00 for an hour...and 15:00 for a half. Leaving me *no* breathing room for two solid hours.

Yes. I love my job...