Why am I only talking about the gym?

I can’t talk so much about work, since I know some of my co-workers actually read this thing. Heck, I just found out that someone in New Zealand reads this thing. I’m not quite sure why, but on the flip side people are probably wondering why I’m writing this thing.

I like my new job so far, even though it’s customer related and my job is to annoy everyone. The customer reports a problem, I ask people about it (annoying them), ask them to fix it (annoying them), and get the answer back to the customer who is annoyed that I didn’t give them the exact answer that they wanted. But it’s fun so far. The most silly and consistently annoying thing is that the guy in the next cube is a very loud typer and I have to use my iPod to drown it out. Fortunately, I remembered to reload the Eurodisco on my iPod tonight, so work will once again be harmonious. That and they finally fixed my “Voice Mail” light so it’s not stuck on all the time even though no one ever calls me.

So at the gym I found out two things. One is that I’m old and I’m not supposed to be working so hard so often (or so I’m told). The other is that no one remembers the National Lampoon recording of “The Jazz Musician” where “Mr. Rogers” is interviewing a jazz musician who calls the Egg McMuffin an “eggamuffin.” The guy who invented the Egg McMuffin just died and I told them I was in mourning. Fortunately, there’s someone else there who is my age and she remembered eggamuffins so I didn’t have to go running to Google to prove to everyone that my neurons weren’t randomly firing again.

R.I.P. Herb Peterson, Egg McMuffin inventor.

4 thoughts on “Why am I only talking about the gym?”

  1. YOU CAN DOWNLOAD IT OFF OF ITUNES!!!
    SEARCH “That’s Not Funny, That’s Sick” it’s the first track. Isn’t the internet wonderful!

  2. The blog thing crossing real life is strange. I met a reader from my blog once and I didn’t know what to say to her. I think I might have been kind of rude.

    You and I used to work in buildings practically next door and one lunch time I saw you in a restaurant nearby. I felt guilty for a week. Like I had been stalking.

    I’m thinking anonymity is easiest.

  3. I worked for Herb at the McDonald’s on Milpas where the Egg McMuffin was first served. There was a rumor that an employee invented it.

  4. i love the egg mcmuffin.
    get your ass down here. everyone goes to the park every day to work out with their trainers. it’s the most social thing i’ve ever seen. and talk about hard bodies!!! everywhere you look. i feel like a total perve because their are so many young men here with the most delicious biceps!!! yummy!
    and the chicks all have major junk in the trunk, but in a good way. hot, hot, sexy, hot!

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