So I started my new job Monday, and I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it!!!! I am busy from the time I get there until the time I go home, and I’m learning a lot, and it’s really great. I’m even already working a wee titch of overtime, which will be nice on the paychecks.
Yesterday I dragged myself home, turned on Sherlock on Netflix, and vegged.
I was even more exhausted at 5:00 today, so I schlepped over to the nail salon near work for a pedicure. I picked out a beautiful sky-blue nail polish and went to sit down. Oh, man, it was bliss. The lovely woman working on my footsies adjusted the chair for me so I could lean way back; she adjusted the massage thingie to gently massage my head and neck; the water was the perfect temperature; she didn’t dig into my cuticles; she gave me a sugar scrub followed by a hot oil massage followed by a lotion massage followed by hot towels. It was loverly. And when I woke up and looked at my toes, they were, um, well, not blue.
Not one teensy tinge of blue.
They’re bright, neon pink, the colour that looks beautiful on slim suntanned young teens. Not quite what I was going for, but I was not about to complain because I felt so completely pampered.
So I thanked her profusely, tipped her well, and my pink toenails and I are home, and I’m about to watch an episode from Season 2 of Sherlock (Benedict Cumberbatch? Sex-ay!) and then sack out.
Hope you all are doing well!