I finally bought a foot massager and I've been using it almost constantly since it arrived last night. My feet hurt all the time and I fantasize about good foot rubs. Ex-husband asked me why my feet hurt and I was surprised at the question because I just assume everyone of my age has sore feet. It isn't like I stand all day to do my job or anything. I always think it has to do with my shoes, specifically flats, but they hurt on weekends when I've not stood or walked for any great length of time at all. They just hurt, damn it.
I also ordered books on Power Point, SQL, Agile, and Business Analysis (specifically the BABOK guide). My new job seems to be a much more traditional Business Analyst role than I've worked in the last years and it has been ages since I've worked in Agile. In fact, I never trained or certified in Agile so I don't have great experience with it. I don't have training in business analysis either really, just fell into it. But with my last company, there was no clear methodology or rules following when it came to BA's. At my going away luncheon, one of my former colleagues actually said that he'd never worked anywhere as a BA in the capacity that he has at company x. So I need all the training that I can get and whilst there is plenty available through the new company, I am and have always been a person who learns through books. I learned how to run via a book ffs. So it is just a matter of my making a study plan for myself.
In other news, non work-related, I tried something the other day. There is a massage parlor down the street from my apartment complex that is a very hole-in-the-wall place. It is part of a strip mallish type area with a donut shop and gas station and there is literally a sign that just says "Massage" over the door. It seems very seedy and suspect but I decided, on a whim, to try it. I am incredibly glad that I did because it was inexpensive but a fantastic massage indeed. In fact, I went back the next day for another one. It seems to last forever and it always feels wonderful to have someone massage your muscles, even if you don't have knots or any real need for the service. And this place provides hot towels at the end to do a sort of half-assed attempt to wash off the oil used. I don't care that I come away smelling like the oil because it is a subtle and soothing scent and it just helps me carry away the effects for a bit longer.
So much chat about massages in this post! I actually texted my friend, Hufflepuff, about the foot massager and she responded back very enthusiastically because she LOVES foot massages, her mother having given them since she was an infant, and she mentioned that here is a foot spa near her that she has been thinking about trying. Well, don't you know it but there is a foot spa about two miles from me that I pass on my way home that I keep thinking about trying. Says a lot about the type of person I am and my circumstances that I can and am willing to spend money on these things. I never thought I'd be in this sort of position before and it has honestly happened through sheer dumb luck. I hate when people say that they pulled themselves up by their boot straps and if they can do it so can anyone. That is a load of BS and those people don't take into consideration what they were born into when it comes to skin color or good parents (I don't mean wealthy parents, just ones who are caring and nurturing and supportive) or any lucky breaks they've had. Especially older generations who don't understand that things have changed. It's like those assholes who bitch about immigrants whilst saying thing like "my parents immigrated here in the 1900's but they did so through the appropriate channels" as though a) those channels haven't changed and b) it is different depending on what country you are coming from. STFU already, grandpa.
I've always been an incredibly lucky person and I've always recognized that. Even with the bad stuff I've gotten lucky. Diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis? Yeah, that sucks, but hey, it could have been ALS or something even worse. Suffer from some mental illnesses? That's crummy but dear lord it isn't schizophrenia which would have made life so much trickier. Marriage didn't work out? Nuts. But hey, it wasn't that he abused me or anything and we are still great friends.
So, you see, I am the luckiest woman on the planet.
I also ordered books on Power Point, SQL, Agile, and Business Analysis (specifically the BABOK guide). My new job seems to be a much more traditional Business Analyst role than I've worked in the last years and it has been ages since I've worked in Agile. In fact, I never trained or certified in Agile so I don't have great experience with it. I don't have training in business analysis either really, just fell into it. But with my last company, there was no clear methodology or rules following when it came to BA's. At my going away luncheon, one of my former colleagues actually said that he'd never worked anywhere as a BA in the capacity that he has at company x. So I need all the training that I can get and whilst there is plenty available through the new company, I am and have always been a person who learns through books. I learned how to run via a book ffs. So it is just a matter of my making a study plan for myself.
In other news, non work-related, I tried something the other day. There is a massage parlor down the street from my apartment complex that is a very hole-in-the-wall place. It is part of a strip mallish type area with a donut shop and gas station and there is literally a sign that just says "Massage" over the door. It seems very seedy and suspect but I decided, on a whim, to try it. I am incredibly glad that I did because it was inexpensive but a fantastic massage indeed. In fact, I went back the next day for another one. It seems to last forever and it always feels wonderful to have someone massage your muscles, even if you don't have knots or any real need for the service. And this place provides hot towels at the end to do a sort of half-assed attempt to wash off the oil used. I don't care that I come away smelling like the oil because it is a subtle and soothing scent and it just helps me carry away the effects for a bit longer.
So much chat about massages in this post! I actually texted my friend, Hufflepuff, about the foot massager and she responded back very enthusiastically because she LOVES foot massages, her mother having given them since she was an infant, and she mentioned that here is a foot spa near her that she has been thinking about trying. Well, don't you know it but there is a foot spa about two miles from me that I pass on my way home that I keep thinking about trying. Says a lot about the type of person I am and my circumstances that I can and am willing to spend money on these things. I never thought I'd be in this sort of position before and it has honestly happened through sheer dumb luck. I hate when people say that they pulled themselves up by their boot straps and if they can do it so can anyone. That is a load of BS and those people don't take into consideration what they were born into when it comes to skin color or good parents (I don't mean wealthy parents, just ones who are caring and nurturing and supportive) or any lucky breaks they've had. Especially older generations who don't understand that things have changed. It's like those assholes who bitch about immigrants whilst saying thing like "my parents immigrated here in the 1900's but they did so through the appropriate channels" as though a) those channels haven't changed and b) it is different depending on what country you are coming from. STFU already, grandpa.
I've always been an incredibly lucky person and I've always recognized that. Even with the bad stuff I've gotten lucky. Diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis? Yeah, that sucks, but hey, it could have been ALS or something even worse. Suffer from some mental illnesses? That's crummy but dear lord it isn't schizophrenia which would have made life so much trickier. Marriage didn't work out? Nuts. But hey, it wasn't that he abused me or anything and we are still great friends.
So, you see, I am the luckiest woman on the planet.
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