We are offering 10-minute chair massages at work today and tomorrow. This pains me. Literally. I HATE massages. They hurt. (Which probably means I've never gotten a good one? Or else I'm just a complete wussy.)
But I decided to man up and sign up for a slot tomorrow. Bring it, Sven. Or Olga. (Why I assume these are the masseuses' names, I have no idea. Helloooo stereotyping.) But I'm cool with either Sven or Olga. However, I noticed that 90% of the guys who signed up specifically requested a female masseuse. While the girls didn't care one way or another. Interesting.
Regardless, I'm still a little anxious about my massage. Which is super ironic since the whole point is to relieve stress, not cause it. Be kind to me, Svolga.
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