Getting Onto the Table

Last week I talked to Judy at PSMT about their sending off my application, which Cheri did last Friday thank you very much, and she mentioned they were looking for people to get massaged and give students feedback. I said I most certainly could do that, so Tuesday evening this week I went and had a couple of massages from PSMT students.

This wasn’t something we did when I was in school – which makes it sound like I graduated yonks ago when it was only last month – and we had to wait until about our sixth month to work on anyone apart from our schoolmates and instructors. Not that they asked me, but I think it’s a good idea to give MT students a brief intro to more real-world experience as early as possible, and some outside feedback on how they’re doing so far.

So the two young women who worked on me had not even finished Swedish, which is the first phase of schooling before they get to NMT and deep tissue and sports massage, and consequently their repertoire wasn’t overly broad. Still they both were eager and enthusiastic, if a bit nervous they said, and they also told me that they did want feedback from someone other than classmates, who generally said everything was fine and dandy regardless, which I know from experience isn’t overly helpful.

When I gave them their feedback I tried not to point out things like that when I mentioned my stiff neck they might have given me at least a perfunctory torticollis routine, since they don’t learn that for four or five months yet, and focused on encouraging them to vary their strokes a bit more and use what they had learned already, that is, not to rely so much on effleurage, helpful and soothing as that is.

Miranda also was there, a young lady who graduated with me, and both of us were pleased with the evening we spent there. It’s tough waiting for bureaucratic wheels to grind out a license so one can get on with it, and even worse when there’s no one to work on even for free, let alone get worked on. I suppose I could always drop by of a Friday and pay the 25 bucks at PSMT’s clinic, but I’m afraid that would just make me more frustrated that I can’t work on anyone for a while yet.

Okay, I’m going to stop now before anyone thinks I’m whining. My license WILL arrive in the mail before too long, and in the meantime I have census-ing to do. Anyway, I absolutely refuse to lose my edge due to inaction, and when I do get hold of someone at last, he or she will know the meaning of thorough, serious bodywork.

That is all.

Mark out.


I’m a massage therapist, I’m a massage therapist …

That’s my litany for the past couple of weeks, and I’m only reminding myself. Surely I still look and act like one, only that is SO not what I’ve been doing.

The census job certainly isn’t bad, and in fact better, or at least more challenging and a bit higher paid, than I expected, so I’m really not complaining since I don’t have my massage license yet, as mentioned before. The application hasn’t even been sent in as far as I can tell, but I should check with Cheri sometime this week.

Right now the census still is in the prep stages prior to putting people on the street and at your front door if you didn’t fill out and send in the form yet. I started out to be a Crew Leader, and still am more or less, but the Crew Leader boss, the Field Operations Supervisor, needed a consulting assistant – okay, flunky and gopher but the three-syllable words sound better – so he picked me. That means I won’t have my own crew but that’s all right as well.

Everybody who works for the census has to be fingerprinted and run through the FBI data base so we don’t send unsavory types out to your house. I have been privileged to sit through the fingerprinting training three times thus far, and am training printers now. It isn’t as easy as it looks and the prints have to be clear, which means you have to make the person you’re fingerprinting move the way you want him or her to. I think massage training helped me get that, moving people the way I want, and the prints I take look darn good.

Not that this is any kind of substitute for giving someone a good working over, but until that little blue and white paper slip comes through it’ll have to suffice.

See? Still coping.

That is all.

Mark out.

A Fairly Large Step

I took the NCBTMB exam on Friday, April 2, and passed. Dori drove over to the testing site and met me to pick up my review book. She will take the same exam on the 15th.


As exams go it wasn’t too very tough, and I have had worse – the life insurance exam in Minneapolis comes to mind, although that was possibly because the test came right after a week of 10 hour days learning all that stuff.


So then I was all ready to bung my application off to the state to get my license, only it didn’t occur to me that the Friday before Easter might be a school holiday. It was, and school is shut all next week as well for spring break, meaning that they can’t send my transcripts to the state until the 12th or later.


I suppose a week’s delay on top of the almost nine months I’ve waited already isn’t that big a deal, and of course I’ll cope.


Fortunately I have something to do for the week, which is working for the census. I was supposed to start with them on the 12th and they called Friday and moved it up a week, so I won’t have time for too much grumbling over the delay. AND I’ll have a pay check for the first time in a very long while, and that’s always a plus.


That is all.


Mark out.