Facial

I've been having a grand time playing with my new computer, though I'm waiting until we get the office applications before I transfer all my files from my old computer. I need to figure out how to get my iPod synched with this computer, but I don't feel like tackling that today.

I did take a break from playing to go get a facial this afternoon in an effort to clear up my skin. It was the weirdest facial I've ever had, even the check-in process was odd. One person checked me in at the reception desk, then another showed me the 20 feet from the couch to the elevator, rode up one floor to have me sit on the couch up there, the another girl came and showed me around the spa area (it's just a day spa, so nothing too fancy). Finally, I end up in the changing room and when I come out I finally meet the person giving me my facial. Very odd, especially considering they were escorting me about 20 feet before handing me off to another person. I felt like a Chipotle burrito. The girl doing the facial was a girl about 22/23? She greets me and says my name repeatedly in the first few sentences. Then she says, "Put your robe up here and climb under the sheets." So I do this and then she says, "Now I'll step outside to give you some privacy." Huh? I'm already under the sheets. So I just proceed to lie there for 2-3 minutes until she comes back in. I don't know what she thought I was going to do for that 2-3 minutes since she knew perfectly well I was already in position and ready. She comes back and doesn't look at my skin or ask any questions, which I find very odd considering I signed up for a "customized facial." She just launches into the spiel about how she'll be doing some aroma therapy and will select three scents, then she'll touch my hand and I should inhale when she does that to smell them. So I'm figuring, OK, she's telling me this because she's going to do this while my eyes are closed and I'm having the actual facial. Nope. She then proceeds to wave the three selected scents under my nose, touching me as they passed under my nose in case I missed the fact that waving a bottle under my nose means "smell." Then she makes me pick one. Why not just say, "Smell now," instead of touching me? The facial has not started and there's no relaxation currently going on. She continues to do odd things and say strange things. It was like she was an alien who was following some script given by the salon with no ability to deviate from the outline. I am not describing this well, but at one point I really did wonder if she was mentally challenged. Not once did she ask any questions about my skin, nor did she turn on the light to examine, no extractions, nothing but lotions and potions and face massages. If you've never had a facial, this might sound normal, but it was just so unlike every other facial I've ever had. The best way to describe it is if you saw the audition episodes of So You Think You Can Dance. There was the Asian girl who said something to the effect of, "First, I'll do this move. Then I'll do this move. Then some of this." All the while she's doing these robotic stripper dance moves. Anyway, that is what this facial reminded me of.