I’ve been working like a dog lately. I got moved to a new account and it instantly hijacked the last two weeks of my life into it’s hellish womb. I had been working quite late which made it pretty impossible to go to the gym after like I usually like to do. So I started going before work which I had tried before but never really had luck because in those waking moments of the morning sleep usually beats exercise.

The thing about the gym in the morning as there are more old-timers working out than at night . Old-Timers like to hang around the locker room. They like to read the paper naked in front of your locker and could care less about the fact that blow drying your balls with one leg up in front of everyone is not cool to do. Last week I encountered a new phenomena which got me even more wary of the gym locker room; Dudes using the sink to shave while they are naked. These dudes stand there shaving, brushing their teeth etc. etc. while they let their dongs touch the sink basin! I use that sink to wash my hands buddy! Get your shit off of that. Your junk is going to give my hands the exact opposite effect I want to have while using a sink.

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I moved desks at work this week. I sit next to my friend Mike now as well as our EP Sarah. I get to sit by the window and further from my boss . I'll take that as a small sign that I'm moving up in the world. They didn't tell us we had a half day at work till Thursday afternoon so I had to buy an expensive ticket home that was later in the day. I got to the airport a few hours early and decided to go to the overpriced sports bar there. An older black man from Mississippi named Bill ( He pronounced it " Beal ") sat next to me and started talking to me about how he was flying home for his sister's funeral . She died of cancer of the liver. "Beal" told me if you want to make God laugh , tell him your plans. I stepped up the pace on drinking my beer as I got kind of weary of talking to Beal. I shook his hand , told him again that I was sorry for his loss, grabbed my bag and headed toward my gate.