Hey, my stupid GD blog host emailed me back. The prior chat help moron had attempted several times to reset my password. So that chat idiot escalated my problem. The company, stupid morons that they are, responded by sending the same Email mail that chat lady sent to reset my password. I hate them.
Forget them. They will all die young in fiery explosions and rot in hell.
Today is a big day. First, we are out of coffee. Second, Emily did not need me to make lunch. So, I finished early.
Also, today is my first day in the gym since I pulled a muscle a few months back. I joined the gym on Saturday and made an appointment for an evaluation today at 9am. And, since it was at 9 Emily and I went to get coffee. She left for work. I sat in Starbucks for 90 minutes and drank coffee and waited for 9am to finally roll around. Spent the time catching up on the blog posts and drinking coffee. And for once I got to be one of those people who sit in Starbucks and type on a device. I always wondered what they were doing. Now I know.
At about 840 I left the green coffee palace and went to the gym, a quarter mile down 49. I met Justin, the trainer. He explained the process. He was going to administer some strength and agility tests to see where I am at physically. Whatever.
We went through a bunch of paperwork and he used a scale that feeds electrical pulses through my body to get my weight and BMI. I thought it measured my weight high and BMI low. Again, whatever. I use my scale at home for weight measures. That’s fine with me. Justin seemed proud of his scale, like it’s a competition.
Once this part was done, the tests began. I did planks, squats, lunges, with and without kettle bells, all manner of torturous exercises. Nothing fun.
His evaluation did not really matter to me. I know you think I believe this a time waste. I don’t. It’s important to the gym. All I care about is results. My results. Which are Justin the Trainers results too.
So we decided on a workout schedule, 3 or 4 hours a week. Justin will supervise for two. He claims I will be happy with my results. And, of course, none of this is free. But the first thing I did was shit all over (figuratively) his binder with schedules and pricing. I have used the same tools myself for sales. He shows “suggested” schedules and pricing, and then compares to less effective cheaper schedules. I told him it was all shit. And asked him to justify what he was suggesting by relating it to my workouts. He gotta work for it. U know? That took him a while. He told me no one had ever questioned him. Yay for me. When he got done, we came to terms on what I want. Then, I said I will pay for a year up front. And I want a discount. They offer same for gym fees. Well, that knocked him for a loop. He had to get his boss. Then they had to get their boss in Roseville to chime in. Turns out, no one ever asked for a discount before. I’m a trailblazer. But they were having tremendous issues getting it straight in their computer. So I said, fix it today, I will be in tomorrow to settle up and work out. And I left.
I had to get home. I was meeting a landscape guy to get another bid on a full property clean out and monthly maintenance. Guy was there waiting when I arrived. Nice guy, was very worried about the cost of the work. I reassured him I still wanted it. Cost is high, just like the last guy. This guy suggested I use goats and encouraged me to get a quote. Which I am. Tomorrow.
After he left, shower and get dressed. Went to work. Bank on the way. Funny thing happened, I was behind a new Jeep Renegade, Trail Hawk, on my drive to the bank. Made me think of Marika and my trip to the Lost Coast. And we had driven a Jeep which was very capable up there on the really crap roads. And I admired the one ahead of me. Anyway, I got to the and the Jeep shot ahead and disappeared in the lot. I turned to the bank and parked, one slot from the Jeep. The gal in the Jeep steps out and starts telling me she has been looking at my car and had really been checking it out. And she thought it was beautiful. And I told her much the same in return. Funny.
Got my check cashed and I was off to work.
Work has little to offer in way of excitement. It is bookkeeper Katrina’s 42nd Birthday today. I was so late I skipped out on ordering lunch for myself. I paid for the rest of the office. It’s tradition. I was able to sign the card at the least.
And I could of had lunch since it did not arrive till 115. No big.
Rest of the day was the usual crapola. Work. No appointments.
We were waiting around for the copier. My longtime, many years, copy machine finally died. No available parts. Sad. Mostly sad because I need to buy another one and they are not free. My copier guy, Frosty (not his real name) has found a used one for me and it’s only $3750. Only. He has promised to deliver today. Sadly by end of day he was not there with the machine. We called him and he was stuck in traffic two hours out. So Cara said she would come back later in the evening and meet him to take delivery and wait while he set up. Yay Cara. An accounting firm does not function without a copy machine.
Anyway, we all left at five with Cara returning later. I went home.
I have dinner and stuff to take care of. Tonight is Tuesday de Taco and I look forward to that all week. Can’t moss it for a copier.
Evening was awesome. Jeopardy and carnitas together. Wow. Where do you get that?
So evening was the usual, bad TV and dinner.
We went to bed at usual time.