Folks have wondered why I am so enamored with office folk. They can be so cute…
*Heavily sweating T1G walks into the office from the shop floor, where temps are well over 100. Sweat drips from his face, and runs down the inside of his safety glasses. He doesn’t really notice it, because the sweat has also made it into his eyes, temporarily blinding him. The shock of the cold air has given him the ability to cut glass with his nipples, should he feel the desire to subject anyone to that sight.*
T1G: “Man! It’s nice in here!”
Cute, unsweaty office person: “No. Seriously… if you had to stay in here all day, you’d see that it isn’t as cool as you think it is.”
I know you folks are dying to know how the running is going, or if I’m even doing it at all… I KNOW it. Well, it’s still going. I’ve now switched to running on a treadmill, rather than running down the streets. This may have hurt me…
Now, I see the numbers, and I’m doing the math in my head. Only certain speeds are acceptable and anything less just won’t do. Running down the street, I focused on trying to get to the half mile marker. But on the damn machine, under 8mph is not cool. So do I hit a half mile without slowing to a walk? HELL, no. I think I could easily do it, were I to slow down to 6mph. But 6 mph equals a 10 minute mile. I never ran a ten minute mile in the Marine Corps. Never. So it’s in my head, I must run at least 8… about a 7.5 minute mile. Heh… shoulda seen me try 10mph. That’s comedy right there.
Did the same damn thing on Friday. Went up to Yosemite’s high country, well over 9,000 feet. I decided to hike up to the Great Sierra Mine, not a far walk… about 4 miles round trip. The first .5 mile has an elevation gain of about 600 ft. I about killed myself.
I’m thinking, “Hey, I used to run up Mt. Mother F*cker. This should be a cakewalk.” Long strides, no easy pace. And I didn’t even make it up half the distance before I had to stop, wheezing and gasping for air. Got rested, and did the same damn thing. Coming back, I had the same problems shooting up the hill, even though it was not as steep. Holy crap.
Today is the first Monday run that I’ve missed. Two strides told me, “This ain’t gonna work, buddy. Running is not the smartest thing to do.” Not that’s it’s a bright thing in the first place, but today, I think it would have crippled me, but good.
I’ve gotta ease up, I’m thinking. But I’m not sure that’s going to happen…
In addition to it being Father’s Day, it’s also the sixth blogiversary of Harvey… who “inspired” so many of us to start a damn blog. “I know you said you don’t want to start blogging, but if you were to start a blog, what would you call it? What would your tag line be? See? You’ve come up with something… so you’ve obviously thought about it. Let me help you get set up…”
Hey, Harvey? You remember the time I let you talk me into going to the unicycle drags? I was thinking that it was a bunch of guys drag racing on uni’s, and instead, it’s a bunch of fellers dressing up their unicycles as women. Your entry, the Heather Mills-inspired Lola, won easily. And then, when we went to Hooters to celebrate, you were approached by the manager about a job as a server? Their first bearded lady… and a scary sight, indeed. Speaking of “indeed”, I’ll never forget how Evil Glenn was fawning all over you. Remember that? Folks may not believe it, but I do have pictures documenting this… as do others. Remember that. And that ain’t a question…
Holy cow… it’s been a while, eh? Hadn’t realized how long I’ve neglected you guys. Fret not, most is well, but there are a few frustrations which have been keeping me quiet. Some even at work…
Showed my ziplock baggie full of intelligence today. I educated the big boss in the use of a certain word, showing that not only can sentences be made with its use, but entire paragraphs… yeah, THESES… can be made with liberal usage of said word. Also made the bright move and mentioned that I’m about to start hitting idiots.
I don’t do this crap. Hell… it’s one of the reasons that the doc always seems to come up with a high blood pressure reading. I don’t let much out. I keep my piehole shut, especially when it comes to my job. I, folks, am a duck. Oh, if you’re around me after work, you’ll hear mention of a few things, but I know better than to let loose and make it known what I think about certain white collar folks. I are smart.
Talked to boss man later, and offered up a Letterman type apology. He was cool. Said it was much better that I vented to him, than walking into the office and clubbing a couple of engineers senseless.
Got news today that I’ve been sharing my credit card. No big charges, but a bunch of 5 - 7 dollar hits. They’ve all been tossed away.
Whole thing just pisses me off. Yeah, the company did good and alerted me. That’s awesome, actually. Just the thought that some asshole got ahold of my number, and then trying to talk to some woman who had to spell every gottdamned thing for me… and it still sounded like some coded gibberish, that’s the crap that pisses me off.
Now, I gets to wait for a new card…
And perhaps that is what pisses me off the most. Waiting.
The young, the guilty, and total nutjobs… that’s who running was made for.
Woke up early, stepped outside, and realized “This is perfect for running…” And so I laced up the Brooks, and did just that, hoping to cover two miles, but with a goal of running just one. If I hit 3/4, I’m lucky.
Man… I feel ill. Which is probably why I stepped out in the first place…
Yesterday, a couple of guys from work and I went for a ride on our bikes. Starting out at 06:30, I didn’t get back to Fresno until after 19:30. Long day, but did it fly by…
The past week’s mornings have been incredible. High 50’s, low 60’s, light breeze, clean air… and today is no exception.
I’ve got an urge to tie on the Brooks and take off down the road…. almost wish I believed in running. Almost.
I’ll just sit here and reminisce about the early morning runs back in the day. Or better, drive to work with the window down, face out in the wind, singing running cadences.
BANGOR, Maine — A British woman allegedly had an in-flight meal of prescription drugs, wine and liquid soap — before trying to bite the crew of a London-bound jetliner.
Galina Rusanova punched and kicked flight attendants on the Chicago-based United Airlines flight after downing two or three bottles of wine, prescription drugs and liquid soap from the jet’s lavatory, prosecutors said.
As the scuffle escalated, Rusanova snapped “like a dog” while trying to bite an attendant, prosecutors said.
Liquid soap? Seriously? Everyone knows you don’t mix liquid soap with wine. No wonder she went nuts.
You know what’s weird, though? She was returning from LA after visiting a man she met over the internet. All the way to California just to visit someone she met off the internet? What a freak!
One of my better friends, my concert partner is one of those that I miss the most. I’ve been to one concert since I’ve been here, and while it was a blast, it wasn’t the same. At all.
Concert Dude is also father to two of the coolest kids I know… nephews of mine, they be. Yep. Concert Dude is my brother in law, too. Works out pretty cool, no?
I don’t blog much about work… mostly. Occasionally, I may mention something, but obviously it’s not too much.
I wish I could. Damn, do I wish I could…
I’ll just say this: Someday, when I grow up and get big, I’m going to be an engineer, so I can look down my nose at those folks who actually know something. And I’ll design shitty equipment without fear of ramifications.
Now, I’m not talking about all engineers… I’ve talked with Bou about this before.
I’m just talking about our elite crew of parchment waving perfectionists.
