Unwanted Shoulder Massages

I hope everyone reading this entry celebrated and enjoyed the Holiday Season in every way. I truly enjoyed mine. And now, I'm back in the office.

One beautiful thing about the Holidays are people using up the last but of their vacation time to be at home with their families. It's quiet here. But somehow, someway, my morning went terribly weird.

I'm just a man, an awesome man who hardly works when I arrive at my desk. Barely anyone is here. Those who are here though, are equipped with bullhorns or something. They want everybody to know they're here.

One of my co-workers, a 64 year old ex-douche bag, all thanks to the Lord, decided that he didn't want to just say "Good Morning." He decided to walk up behind my chair and proceed to give me a shoulder massage. I worked with this man for 10 years. We greet one another. But I steer clear of douche residue. He digs into my shoulders...

"Sir, I do NOT need a massage."

"Huh, what."

"Dude, stop massaging my shoulders."

"Oh, my mistake. I could sure go for a massage so I thought I'd give one out." He laughed. I didn't.

I don't know what went down in his home yesterday. All I know is an unwanted massage wasn't a part of the 12 Days of Christmas gift list. Plus, it's no longer Christmas. I almost had a clean and clear WORKation day. May you have a shoulder massage free day.