*slap* that's the sound of my bitch card hitting the table top
it was one of those days at the gym -- you know those days? those days when the fixit man is repairing your favourite erg (i.e. the only one at the campus gym with an accurate load setting!) so you have to do an alternate workout? those days when the fixit man brings his little rat of a dog into the cardio room with him (think elle woods's bruiser in legally blonde) and proceeds to feign ignorance while it barks through your entire hour on the bike? even bif naked cranked up to full volume didn't drown it out.
those days when the girl running on the treadmill that's directly in your line of vision is wearing not only a top that shows more cleavage than some girls do at a bar, but also very low-cut running shorts that leave the football team behind you on the bikes anxiously anticipating the moment when they should slip just a centimetre lower?
those days when, as you are peacefully shampooing your hair in the communal shower, which last time you checked was completely empty, you are startled to hear the voice of one of your students very close by asking you questions about the upcoming exam (i know that this is not the first time this has happened, and that perhaps i should use one of the showers with curtains, but still ... oh... and a hint to my students: there are good times and bad times to ask me questions. you'll be able to tell the bad times quite easily. i'll be in the shower ... naked ... WASHING MY HAIR!)?
those days when there are 4 little jfs-s all in a row at the mirror in the changeroom, doing their make-up before they go downstairs to work out,thus leaving you no place to apply that extra-strength moisturizer you bought the other day because you discovered the beginnings of a possible smile line? yeah, one of those days at the gym.
*bitch card played*
those days when the girl running on the treadmill that's directly in your line of vision is wearing not only a top that shows more cleavage than some girls do at a bar, but also very low-cut running shorts that leave the football team behind you on the bikes anxiously anticipating the moment when they should slip just a centimetre lower?
those days when, as you are peacefully shampooing your hair in the communal shower, which last time you checked was completely empty, you are startled to hear the voice of one of your students very close by asking you questions about the upcoming exam (i know that this is not the first time this has happened, and that perhaps i should use one of the showers with curtains, but still ... oh... and a hint to my students: there are good times and bad times to ask me questions. you'll be able to tell the bad times quite easily. i'll be in the shower ... naked ... WASHING MY HAIR!)?
those days when there are 4 little jfs-s all in a row at the mirror in the changeroom, doing their make-up before they go downstairs to work out,thus leaving you no place to apply that extra-strength moisturizer you bought the other day because you discovered the beginnings of a possible smile line? yeah, one of those days at the gym.
*bitch card played*
posted by Amanda Bonner at 3:48 p.m.
3 Comments:
Hi Amanda,
Been following your blog for a few weeks now, first time posting.
Really shouldn't chuckle too much are your misfortunes, but the punch-lines were too well placed.
The dog in the gym seems as if it should be out of a Seinfeld episode.
All the best,
Maybe it's a full moon, because I had one of *those* days at the gym today too. Ugh. Except mine was due to the big weight room being closed and all of the meatheads infiltrating the cybex room (I hate the cybex room). *sigh*
hey bp! thanks for reading :o) yeah, the dog was a bit on the seinfeldian side.
megs: oh, megs. the cybex room. the meatheads. i feel your pain. *HUG*
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