I had kind of told myself to stop complaining so much about the commute, and lo, the commute rewarded me with drives of less than an hour each way. Magic.
Of course, that magic came at a price; I woke up at 5:30 and was out the door by 6:15, and so I was able to put in some quality time with Rafe and Octavia at the coffee shop on campus before it was time for my meetings. I'm still figuring out what their deal is (I kid you not, I considered making Octavia a woodworker...a real woodworker, not even a double entendre for something sexual), and it's slow going, so I mostly sat and drank my latte and daydreamed and scribbled things like 'no orphans' in my notebook. Progress.
Progress was interrupted, however, when one of my coworkers showed up at the coffee place, and so we caught up post-holiday before grabbing breakfast and going to our building so I could make my nine a.m. meeting. When I got there, I discovered what some of my delightful coworkers had done to my desk over the holidays - and I actually am, oddly, totally delighted and not in any way thinking of retaliating. Dave (one of the guys on the German trip, whose desk I saran wrapped awhile ago) installed the equivalent of undercarriage lights under my desk, so there's now a soft, not-at-all-subtle glow oscillating between red, green, yellow, and blue at all times. He was eventually kind enough to give me the remote so I could control it myself, and I'm totally charmed - and my team has already voted that I should use it as a signal to them of my current mood (i.e. green = go, red = run for your life). Again, magic.
But not everything was magic - I had to work, after all, even though it was mostly desultory. And, I peaced out around 3:30 and did a totally ridiculous thing - apparently there's a truck that shows up on campus once a month with a dunk tank where you can get your body fat measured, so I did that. It was tres awkward, since it involved wearing a bathing suit and getting on my hands and knees in a tub full of water in a trailer with a single dude monitoring the situation, which all sounds like the start to a really low-budget porno (actually, I don't think it's sexy enough for porn - maybe it's the start to Saw XVII). Whatever. It was interesting, and a good baseline for me and Alyssa as she continues her nefarious kettlebell agenda...
And then I drove home, went to the gym (Alyssa is in Hawaii until the end of the week and has left me to my own devices...and like in Saw XVII, I'm apparently torturing myself now), took care of my own, less nefarious waxing agenda, and grabbed food on the way home. Then I hung out with Terry before realizing that I needed to go to bed immediately if I have any hope of recovering so I can do this all again tomorrow (sans crawling around in a bathtub with a stranger watching, hopefully). Goodnight!
Of course, that magic came at a price; I woke up at 5:30 and was out the door by 6:15, and so I was able to put in some quality time with Rafe and Octavia at the coffee shop on campus before it was time for my meetings. I'm still figuring out what their deal is (I kid you not, I considered making Octavia a woodworker...a real woodworker, not even a double entendre for something sexual), and it's slow going, so I mostly sat and drank my latte and daydreamed and scribbled things like 'no orphans' in my notebook. Progress.
Progress was interrupted, however, when one of my coworkers showed up at the coffee place, and so we caught up post-holiday before grabbing breakfast and going to our building so I could make my nine a.m. meeting. When I got there, I discovered what some of my delightful coworkers had done to my desk over the holidays - and I actually am, oddly, totally delighted and not in any way thinking of retaliating. Dave (one of the guys on the German trip, whose desk I saran wrapped awhile ago) installed the equivalent of undercarriage lights under my desk, so there's now a soft, not-at-all-subtle glow oscillating between red, green, yellow, and blue at all times. He was eventually kind enough to give me the remote so I could control it myself, and I'm totally charmed - and my team has already voted that I should use it as a signal to them of my current mood (i.e. green = go, red = run for your life). Again, magic.
But not everything was magic - I had to work, after all, even though it was mostly desultory. And, I peaced out around 3:30 and did a totally ridiculous thing - apparently there's a truck that shows up on campus once a month with a dunk tank where you can get your body fat measured, so I did that. It was tres awkward, since it involved wearing a bathing suit and getting on my hands and knees in a tub full of water in a trailer with a single dude monitoring the situation, which all sounds like the start to a really low-budget porno (actually, I don't think it's sexy enough for porn - maybe it's the start to Saw XVII). Whatever. It was interesting, and a good baseline for me and Alyssa as she continues her nefarious kettlebell agenda...
And then I drove home, went to the gym (Alyssa is in Hawaii until the end of the week and has left me to my own devices...and like in Saw XVII, I'm apparently torturing myself now), took care of my own, less nefarious waxing agenda, and grabbed food on the way home. Then I hung out with Terry before realizing that I needed to go to bed immediately if I have any hope of recovering so I can do this all again tomorrow (sans crawling around in a bathtub with a stranger watching, hopefully). Goodnight!
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