Like I was never gone
So my DVD rack collaped last night. It’s done this before, basically just falls forward, dumping the contents of the top rack haphazardly while the lower rows stay neatly in place with a rather loud and forceful thud you can feel, I’m sure, in the next building. In the 2 or 3 times this has happened before, it hasn’t been a big deal - pick it up, put the contents back on the shelf, and go about your business. This time, however, we have a casualty. The left foot of the rack has broken clean off, and one of the screws was ripped out of the wood. So it’s still sitting there, DVD’s and all, while I decide what to do with it, a monument to my general apathy these days.
Got offered a job today from my former employer. Apparently, he’s going to be opening a few small gyms using some special equipment, and he’s got people coming in to certify him on how to use it. He wanted to know if I wanted to be a trainer for the gym he would open down here.
Erm…have you people seen me lately? I wouldn’t say I’m huge, but you certainly won’t see me on the cover of “Muscle” anytime soon. “Beer Gut Monthly”, perhaps. He said he’d get me in shape. Still…that’s kinda like offering a gay man a job as a gynecologist - if he was interested in that, he wouldn’t be gay, would he? As much as I need a job…pass.
That last insensitive statement was brought to you by the Bloodhound Gang Hate Group Local 153.
I am actually a bit busier these days - doing some fill in work so I don’t have to live on the street, and I’m also gearing up for the wedding of Felix and Kristy this weekend, which will put me back in touch with a few old college buddies. For the bachelor party, I’m pushing to buy a super soaker, a bunch of iodized salt, and knock over a few soda machines…not that I would know anything about that, mind you. I’ve just heard that it makes for an entertaining evening.
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