I was going to write a longer blog entry tonight, but I was seduced by a Quiz that landed in my email. 69 questions later, I've done just about enough talking for one night.

So, I'll speak briefly about tonight's visit to the gym, and the official start for Frank and I on our program. Tonight we focused on the chest area. Tomorrow we focus on umm, somewhere else I don't have the sheet with me. But yeah, it was goodstuff, worked hard, got sore, and bought a protein shake. Ready to go back tomorrow! Work might just be painful, but it always is, so whatever.

Oh, that reminds me. Work pissed me off today. Frank got in shit right at the start of the day for not working fast enough (apparently), and because on Friday he was really eager to get out of there - this is an attitude problem. Here's my problem with this. On Friday, Frank and I had made plans to head to a club after work. Since we work late, we have to get out as fast as possible to get home to change and head to the club, and get there with only an hour and a half until closing. So, then we get FORCED to stay late, and do overtime because of whatever reason of bad time management on the supervisor's behalf. What, pray tell, is the problem with wanting to finish up as soon as possible here? Give me a fucking break. That's worth a warning too.

I can't possibly express how glad I am to be finished with this place in approximately 23 more work days.

~K

INotD: Schlappschwanz = direct translation is something like someone who likes to spank their tail or rather,
someone who can't stop beating off. (pronounced shlaap shvants)