There’s this woman at the gym I haven’t seen for a while. I say hello to her every time I see her because, well, she is attractive and possibly closer to my age than most. She has a giant yellow walkman, and that’s somehow attractive. She is also married and looks like she needs a cookie. That’s code for meaning I think she’s so skinny I was worried that she might be sick. Anyway, she was in for the first time in months and working out with Dana the trainer. I said hello to her, told her I was glad to see her back, and made fun of Dana’s picture on the trainer’s wall. Later, after she was gone, I told Dana I was happy she was in and looking like she had put on a little weight.

Well, one of the managers took umbrage at my comments and later told me, “Y-y-you have the s-s-sensitivity of a s-s-stone.” I think he overthought his reprimand and it made his delivery a little sloppy, since he never stuttered before. He also said something about her eating disorder, which is private information I had no idea about. Dana, however, thought I was perfectly cordial to the woman and any snarky comments were nothing out of the ordinary for me.

Other than that, work still sucks. It sucks a bit less since I have something to do, but it still sucks. We even had an honest-to-goodness firedrill which showed me how little the clowns in this campus prepare. We went out the emergency exit and then we were stuck behind a locked gate. They opened the gate after a while so we weren’t trapped. A really obese guy with a bullhorn came out to tell us when and how to get back in, but the bullhorn didn’t have any batteries in it. If we really do have an emergency, they’ll have to fire me because I plan on getting out and keeping on going until I’m miles away. I’m not staying at any sort of “assembly point.” Screw that.