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What Exactly Is An Office Massage?

What Exactly Is An Office Massage?

Ever wondered what precisely happens when you book a mobile massage therapist to go to your office? Here is an account from one of our clients in London of their entire experience. It is likely to be helpful for you if you are eager to book an office massage therapist however will not be positive what to expect.

Pre Massage
I sit cradling my work phone between shoulder and ear, 계룡출장안마 typing furiously, whilst an infuriatingly incompetent operator places me on hold for the fourth time. I throw exasperated glances at my colleague opposite solely to find her additionally balanced in an analogous pose, though she has additionally skilfully added a cup of coffee and a ringing mobile into the equation (show off). Not being able to reveal the horrendous call ready music any longer I dangle up, grip the sting of my desk and take a deep breath, something that appears strangely unfamiliar, and I realise I have been holding it in for much longer than my doctor would recommend.

There appears to be some commotion from the doorway to the office and as I stand up to get a greater look I see a lady dressed in sage green, with white flowing trousers being introduced as our office massage therapist for the day. Meeting room 1 is remodeled from its regular perform as a stage for our office politics into her office massage haven. I'm intrigued as I see anxious, buzzing colleagues disappear behind the closed doors after which quarter-hour later return smiling, with shoulders not hunched by their ears and heading straight within the direction of the water dispenser.

My Office Massage
Finally my turn arises and I reluctantly end an e mail and take a final sip of coffee throwing my cup in the recycling en path to the door. I'm greeted by an empty chair and a lady in her twenties who looks far more relaxed and comfortable in this room than I have ever seen even our highest executive. She introduces herself and explains what's going to happen. Apparently she will massage my shoulders, neck, higher back and upper arms, whilst I sit upright within the office chair. It will be a mix of Thai massage, Indian Head Massage and acupressure. She checks that I'm OK with all the areas being massaged and guarantees to not mess up my hair.

I wonder if this is a joke as I'm hardly sporting the latest chic hairstyle but she does not seem like she is attempting to insult me so I assure her she can do no matter she likes, shortly adding 'within reason' and instantly regretting it. However she laughs, and I am relieved to discover that I stay totally clothed as she places her palms on my shoulders. She tells me to take a deep breath (something which I have just discovered is alien to me) and then the magic begins. My shoulders start to come alive, instead of stable lumps becoming a member of my neck to my arms, they start to calm down and he or she finds particular points (called knots) that she massages more intensely to release tension.

She moves onto massaging the neck and I suddenly really feel a headache that I had long come to just accept as being a part of me, easing away. I nearly go to sleep as she massages my head as each nerve ending seems to be having a wonderful party and I pray that somehow time can come to a standstill for everywhere except meeting room 1. Unfortunately it does not. After massaging my higher arms and some more work on my upper back, the massage finishes with a flurry of chopping movements on my back which serve to wake me up in time for her request that I take another massive breath. This breath astonishes me at its depth and size - just like the form of breath you're taking on the end of a protracted vacation, overlooking a peaceful ocean.

Post Massage
She advises me to drink lots of water as massage releases toxins that have been stored up and so if I drink water I can use it as a detox to scrub them out of me. 'Sounds good to me' I say, as I guiltily think of my pre-massage coffee. I shake her hand and wonder if I can return for an additional one if I come back in disguise. Or say I have a twin? Hmm, undecided she might be convinced.

I depart the room and head straight to the water dispenser. I take a couple of stunning sips of the clear cool water and return to my desk. Everything feels different. Same desk, same piles of paper and identical bulging email account. Identical list of things to do and similar full schedule of conferences to come. However I feel different. I feel as though I can see everything with clear perspective and I really feel a new sense of confidence that I can take the appropriate actions to move forward. I am not scrambling up the steep slope of an impossible mountain, with the height growing additional away with each step I take. Instead I feel as though I'm trying down on the mountain and realising that it is just a mole hill that I can absorb my stride. Who would have thought quarter-hour of quality pamper time could save me hours of flustered mistakes. My only query is...when can I get my next fix?