Sentences with phrase «middle age clients»

If you want middle age clients you tell them it's easy even though it isn't really hard.

Not exact matches

And how can that ideal marriage contract's list account for the pain and danger of Mrs. Jacobi, a late - middle - aged client who comes to Marianne's office for a divorce in order to take a step toward recovering her sense of living?

The following day (day 10 post-due date), I ran some errands, chugged some nasty Chinese herbs the acupuncturist had given me, and treated myself to a glorious foot massage at a dimly lit massage parlor whose other clients all consisted of middle aged men.

The majority of local agencies» clients are women in their middle 30th and 40th, and this age group is not the most popular on the scene of international dating.

Our clients can choose from young Russian girls, middle - aged women from Russia, women from Russia of 35-45-50 yo, delightsome, delightful, charming and entrancing brides.

Happy middle aged couple kneeing on the beach, enjoying their summer holiday together.; Shutterstock ID 36334081; PO: The Huffington Post; Job: The Huffington Post; Client: The Huffington Post; Other: The Huffington Post

Beatriz (Hayek), a middle - aged divorcee from Mexico living in Los Angeles, works as a masseuse / healer at a clinic for cancer patients and sees private clients on the side.

As I briefly mentioned, Young & Beautiful centres on Isabelle's sexual transformation and experience as a call girl for clients ranging from middle age to much older.

I am inclined to suggest lateral collateral ligament reinforcement to my clients with young - to - middle age pets in this situation to avoid this.

Our client was a middle aged woman who had been riding motorcycles for almost 25 years without an accident.

Roger was a middle - aged stock broker and one of the earliest clients to take the «I Want... Will You» test.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.