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At this point, I’m bored.  I made it to 3:00 looking busy, reading Wired magazine and answering the phones when every one decides to call during their lunch break… while we, too, are trying to eat lunch.

 

But now… I’m bored so I’ll blog.  Yesterday I went and signed up at the gym and met my personal trainer, Travis.  He seems really nice but I’m sure he will be kicking my ass every step of the way.  I’m excited to start training with him so that I can get a real routine down and know what I’m doing and why.  I’m so thankful my parents are helping me do this.  Since I’m more broker than Al Roker (York, PA joke, sorry) and they knew how much I wanted to do it, they stepped in to foot the bill until I’m able.  I think that’s awesome!  I did my first workout this morning by myself and I was really proud that I got up and actually went.  That’s the first step, and it’s a hard step especially when you look around at the other women there who are skinny and athletic.  I know they didn’t get there overnight and they have to work to keep it up (or they wouldn’t be there at all) but it’s still a bit intimidating at first.  I have to keep reminding myself that I’m not doing it for them, and what they think doesn’t matter.  I’m doing this for me, my health, and my future.  I know it sounds corny but, hey, it works for me. It’s even helping me go to bed earlier since I know that I have to get up earlier I’m getting to bed earlier.  I’m so determined right now it’s ridiculous.  Travis says I’m going to run the Bolder Boulder in an hour.  He didn’t say it’s a goal, he didn’t say it would be nice if I did it… he said I’m GOING TO DO IT IN AN HOUR…. I like him already J

 

I’m going to the Av’s game tonight…YAY! I haven’t been to one in a while.  I’m glad we have club seats tonight because I LOVE the soft pretzels on club level and I’m kinda craving one.  On the other 2 levels the pretzels are soggy on the outside and hard in the middle… and never warm. Complete waste of money.  On club level they are fat and warm and nice and squishy and almost worth the $6.50 price tag.  I’m kinda a pretzel snob… sorry but it’s hard to beat the club level pretzels!!   

 

You know what really ticks me off?? Corporate think tanks.  I hate that a bunch of big wigs sit around a table and decide what is the best way to change the toner in the copier.  Maybe they need to outsource it… are our people so untrustworthy that we should bring in someone?  Wait, what if we hire someone from outside the company to be in charge of all things printer related… then we can trust him, and no one else.  No, what if he’s sick and isn’t there that day and the toner runs out… then what?  We could start a committee that can then elect several people to be in charge of the printer and supplies for it; that way, there will always be more than one person who knows how to change the toner.  Oh I know!  We could hire a company to create a robot that will stand in the copy room and remotely monitor the status of the toner and when it is low the robot will spring into action and the world will be safe for one more day!! That’s a brilliant idea Bob!  Now what should we call the robot?  Well I was thinking….