Thursday… Friday… then paradise! Yeah, paradise! Vacation! 9 whole F-in days off. I’ll say it. Screw the niceness…
9 whole FUCKIN days off. Yeah, baby.
Wednesday was the shits. I was tense, I was irritable, I was stressed, I was asking myself why the FUCK I’m doing this job, and damn good Sushi lunch with the Associate CFO didn’t help me think otherwise. Because I don’t like this damn job. But its easy, it’s good pay, and I’ll do it till they fire my ass. And if they fire my ass, then my ass will actually get off itself and maybe I’ll be working my way up the Starbucks corporate ladder.
It makes it hard to hate this damn job so much when your boss, the CFO of two hospitals, is cool, has similar interests like coaching little league, fantasy baseball and was a minor league ball player, treats you like the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and tells people you’re the best financial analyst he’s ever had. I’m the classic teacher’s pet. Whatever. For now its cool. I’ve been doing this crap for 8 years. At 10, maybe it’ll be time to just do the consulting thing.
At least I have my office back.

After a year at Tarzana, I finally moved back to Encino and have my view of Ventura Blvd.

Whoo hoo! The person they kicked out of here is probably pissed. But damn, it was MY office to begin with.
Okay enough of that...
So Wednesday evening, trying desperately to not let yelling kids get to me, I finally went to the gym and took my stress out on a workout.
I was unmotivated, uninspired, unmotivated and uninspired. Yeah, a double. I got into what was a crowded-ass pool with teenagers all over the fuckin’ place. The sign says, no more than 2 per lane. There were 3 WHO WEREN’T SWIMMING in lane one, two in lane two and 3 in lane three (1 who was just crossing over to join her damn friends back in lane one). I sat at the step and was going to raise hell when I said, ‘fuck it’. I got in, TOLD the one person in lane one I was taking half and took off for my 400 meter swim. My authority and confidence made them scoot over and hug the wall. Idiots.
Yeah, they moved over. I was like a submarine powering through the water. Who cares what they think. If you want me to run into you I will.
So halfway down the lane I’m forgetting the crappy day, but I’m thinking ‘take it out on every stroke’. So every stroke counted like a punch on a punching bag. Bang, bang, bang… touch the wall and bang, bang, bang. Touch the wall again and bang… bang… slap… 40 meters and my arms were like rubber. So I relaxed from the bang, bang, bang, practiced bi-lateral breathing to stay more even on every stroke and didn’t take more than a 5 second rest on the wall - if that. It felt good. The best 400 meters I’ve ever done. Not as far as time, but as far as effort and technique. 11 minutes and 15 seconds.
I needed to relax in the Jacuzzi for a few minutes. One lady was complaining about how hot it was and they shouldn’t make it so hot. Get out then, damnit! If you can’t take the heat… I closed my eyes and ignored her. Suddenly it shut off and I felt a sigh of relief from the lady. This is a Jacuzzi. It’s supposed to be hot! So I got up and turned it back on again. Ten minutes of that and I was ready for my run.
Why do some of these treadmills only allow you to run for 30 minutes? Well, this one only allowed me to run for 20 minutes. Which was okay because that’s all I wanted to do. But why only 30? I wanted to fit in as many miles in 20 minutes as I could. I wanted to go fast but not at an incredible pace that I couldn’t walk afterwards. So in 20 minutes I did 2.14 miles on a 1.0 incline. It felt good. But my ankle hurt a little after the run.
150 situps on a fitness ball and some serious stretching later I was out the door to Barnes & Noble.
I bought three books. One for my coworker who is leaving for Arizona.

Hope he likes it. I loved the first one. Now I want this one. He has over 1,000 movies on his Netflix Queue. He watches a couple a night! AWESOME!
And two books for me.

Comic books that is.

Yeah… I couldn’t resist. I actually own these original comic books (except for Giant Size 1). That little collection of mine is worth more than $1,000. I haven’t read them since I was 16ish. So I wanted to read them again.
I read the first one (issue) - kinda cheesy to be honest. But I’ll stick with it. It’s something to read at the pool WHILE WE’RE IN SAN DIEGO, BABY!
Yeah, next week - three nights in a Resort Spa. Lego Land, a Dodger vs Padre game and then a drive back home with a stop at Disneyland! Oh, I can’t forget that I have a Triathlon on Saturday morning and my birthday party at The Stinking Rose in Beverly Hills!
Two more days, baby… two more days!
Oh, and just as an afterthought… isn’t this movie the best cycling movie ever made?