Slow Times

The 90s hit a slow period but nothing, I think, compared to now. In the early 90s, the economy was hurting. I stayed at work all day into the evening, every day, hoping someone would call or drop in.

I considered brown bagging my lunch instead of buying out. I considered braving the vicious traffic by biking to work to save on gas.

This time around, I am in fact bringing my lunches to work but not biking because it is too unsafe and not worth dying for. This time things are worse than the 90s. Where is everybody? Where are my clients? What happened to them? Are they hanging on to their money or are they perhaps unemployed? Those that do come in tell me their work is slow.

But just like the 90s, we have to cut back on overhead and dig our heels in and wait it out.

I am grateful to be in this industry. So many are losing their jobs who work for corporations and business that have gone under. Yes our income is generally tied to piece work but we are not likely to be fired. And working for myself is even better because I make the decision when to fire me.

Queen of Massage CEs