I Go To The Gym

Not much happening workwise, and rather than watching endless YouTube posts, I think, I should to the gym. 10.15am. Yes, think it, do it! (That's what David says) I get up and get ready straightaway when I’ve had that thought, otherwise I’d procrastinate, yes, I would.

The sun is shining down quite beautifully, really, as I walked to the gym.

There is some chick is on the rowing machine, right next to the exercise bikes. You know I hate it when people invade my space when I am on the exercise bike.

I like going to the gym during the day to avoid people getting in my space when I work out

There is some ugly chick in the gym doing pull downs. She has big ears, thick glasses, a really short, obviously dyed, black haircut and huge earrings as if her ginormous ears weren’t big enough on their own.

10.25am. Then the fat chick on the rowing machine got on a gynaecological leg spreading machine (oh, I don't know what it is, I'm just saying what it looks like) which is even closer to me. Oo! Please? No! She is huffing and puffing, right next to me. Grrr!

The fat chick continues to spread her snatch right next to me. When she gets up and heads into the gym, I see just how fat her arse is. I wonder if chicks with really big arses like that ever roll around in bed clutching each side of their bum cheeks? I often think that when I see some of the huge arses on chicks.

How do straight boys do that? (Usually, my second thought) I'm used to little arse, those that fit neatly into two hands.

I’m listening to The Beatles, Rubber Soul. 

10:35am. I head downstairs to walk on the treadmill 

10.47am. I head back upstairs to the gym.

Leg press.

10.49am. Some fat guy arrives, the type whose stomach hangs down below the hem of his t-shirt.

Seated row.

Overhead press, seated with dumbbells - 7.5 kilos

Cable pull down

Goblet squats - 10 kilos

10.57am. Boris calls. I don’t take it. I’m at the gym, how can I answer any questions.

Chest press

TRX Lunge

11.07am. I leave the gym. It’s cold and wet.

I am anxious, well, kind of, not very, but a bit anxious to get home to call Boris back. You know, I am at the gym, rather than being at work, but I did start before 6am, after all. I don’t know why I am feeling anxious, Boris wouldn’t even care.

The son comes out again... oh my phone dictation makes me laugh, how many times does your son have to come you, I ask you?... the sun has come out again, as I cross the street.

Boris is straight into me about stuff the auditors want, so I get stuck into that rather than having a shower, as she seems quite anxious about it. Where I don’t really care. Find the paperwork, don’t find the paperwork, I don’t really care.

We’ve had auditors in for a while. Apparently, they have some sort of device/software they plug into our system which brings up every entry that could be dodgy. Boris is not so good at finding all the details they want, so sh keeps hand balling it to me. I wanna tell her that is one of the many reasons I don’t do the manager's job, but I just find what she/they want instead because I am good at it, better than Boris, clearly.

Eventually I go and have a shower.

We ate pesto pasta for lunch.