job hazards

The last few days have been spent in a small room, filled with paint fumes and a lil' air con.
Not very healthy.

Naked ladies + horny construction workers + clear glass for walls and doors = uneasy body wrap sessions.
This guy kept pretending he had to paint outside our room! White paint on clear glass panels, trying to bluff who...

The trainer had to get us to form a human body wall before she could start work on our guinea pig lady! Still, the audience left only when boss lady stomped out to give them a piece of her mind. Guess they got what they wanted, boss lady was robed up ready for the massage couch.

Did my first ever facial yesterday on my co-worker. It worked, hooray! Feel top of the world. Her skin looked really radiant and clear - she's got some blemishes and after the facial, the blemishes were less obvious.
The gunk we have is pretty good. I got a treatment too. Wahahaha. Lets see how it affects my rugby scars. If it works, golly gee... I'll be onto a good thing.

Promotional material keeps talking about some sports massage cream gunk. It sounds soo good. But boss haven't stocked up on it yet. Can't wait to try it onto my many many injuries. Must steal some out for the girls, if it functions as advertised.

Today it was slimming body wrap on guinea pig number 2. When the trainer was demo-ing, the visual of Jamie Oliver roasting a plump chicken kept flashing in my mind.
Cling wrap (yes, the type used in the kitchen), enormous basting brushes, yummy smelling oils and even chocolate powder!
The way we unwrap our client post-treatment is also similar to the way you'd open up a curry-chicken-in-a-bun. Voila! I'm learning how to cook at the same time as learning how to beautify 'em.