Thursday, July 23, 2009

My Day Off

Yesterday I got a day off because Trina wanted to trade shifts for this weekend so she could attend a wedding. I don't mind picking up some hours on Saturday because business has just started booming again.

Don't listen to those idiots on TV about the economy, listen to a masseuse. The economy is finally recovering because business has taken off for the first time in a year and a half!!!!

Anyway, what do you think I did on my precious weekday off? Go to a movie? Picnic in the park? Shopping at the outlets?

No. CJ went ghost hunting. Yes, you read that right. I was chasing ghosts like a regular old Ghostbuster. A couple of friends of mine (outer circle) are super into the paranormal. I mean these guys have the books and movies and everything about ghosts and spirits. But it's not too weird considering we have Gettysburg and the Amish country and such nearby, so there's actually a lot a ghost groupie can do around here.

The weather was decent so I thought it would be a nice day to spend driving around the countryside.

Wrong. My friends (Stacy and Greg) tracked down 2 places they wanted to investigate - an old gas station and an abandoned factory. Great - I just bought some fabulous new tank tops that The Girls have been dying to try out, and I'm crawling around old buildings.

Ghost hunting isn't just walking around an empty building at night after a six pack of Old Milwaukee. Stacy and Greg are totally serious about it. They do that "spirit photography" and seances and all that freaky shit. What we were trying to do was call the spirits out then take their pictures. I am not kidding.

They had a list of names of people who had died (I assume horribly) in these 2 buildings. So my job was to walk around calling out their names while they took pictures. To get an idea, Stacy would walk in front taking pics followed by me saying things like "Joe Smith... Are you here? Make yourself known to us..." Meanwhile, Greg would walk behind taking more pics.

The gas station was still in business, so we walked around the outside and tried not to draw attention to ourselves. The factory was empty and we went in through an open door, ignoring the "No Trespassing" signs. Talk about being scared as shit... if the ghosts don't get you, the meth-heads might. Luckily we didn't see anything other than pigeons living there.

I don't want to say that Stacy and Greg are full of it, but I don't see anything in those pics. They claim you can see "energy fields" or something like that if you look closely, but I just see specks of dust floating in the air.

And that's how I spent my day off. The End.


p.s. I know that some of you were probably hoping that our little field trip in the country would have ended up in a 3-some in the back of the car. Unfortunately, not all of my adventures end with a handjob. But I promise to think up something freaky for next time. LOL


RIV said...

Nice to know you outside of the Job.
I won't knock your friend's thing. As I have said before; everone needs a hobby!

Tell you what, that area is good for ghosts, considering the area history.

SirFWALGMan said...

I find all that ghosty thing really fascinating. I agree with you though I just do not buy the whole spirit orb thingy.

Also I doubt anyone who has read you for long would consider you "freaky". You have a job. You do it. It does not mean your a deviant, or a freak, or anything else. I read your blog because your an interesting person. ok. ok. I know that sounds a lot like "I read playboy for the articles"... but so be it.

Anonymous said...

This sounds a lot like one of those "How I Spent My Summer Vacation" assignments, doesn't it???

It's obvious that you don't really buy into all of that ghost stuff. So, I'm not quite sure why you wanted to spend your day off running around those places, calling out to a bunch of dead people, unless you just wanted to hang with those friends badly enough to ignore the other non-sense going on.

Personally, I'd rather read about a threesome.


Anonymous said...

If you're not at work and participate in a threesome, I really hope that there would be a lot more going on than just a handjob.

Anonymous said...

Get them a copy of the book "Why People Believe Weird Things" by Michael Shermer. Its a great read, although they may not speak to you afterwards. ;)

Kate M said...

Sorry, I left this comment on an older post.

I just read all your 2009 posts. I can relate to so much of it. A lot of it is so typical as to the type of clients you encounter in this industry.

You seem to be taking this job quite well. It doesn't seem to bother you. I was also in the happy ending massage industry and it fucked me up badly. Many of the guys were extremely abusive and it took a psychological toll on me.
I also started getting sick of constantly being groped, sucked, slobbered over etc. 99.9% of the time the guys wanted to see me naked, so there was hardly an option of being semi-clothed. We also couldn't allow them NOT to touch us, because then we'd be considered 'boring' and never build up a regular clientele.

Many of the guys were fat, old and ugly. Some of them were psychotic. I felt like their sex toy. I stopped feeling human.

Anonymous said...

Yeah, I think that CJ is probably a tough cookie. Sorry that we pigs made you feel that way, Kate M.

I knew a provider very well. She had an ulcer due to the constant fear of getting busted, and had a hard time trusting after some POS went crazy at her place once (parlor girl who'd invite the occasional regular over).

There's a toughness to most providers, but I think that a lot take a physical and emotional beating in this line of work.

Anonymous said...

Now THERE'S a roleplaying fantasy: you could pretend to be a ghost, your spirit still lingering because you felt you needed to give THE perfect handjob.