Monday, 5 October 2015

Gym



gngj in the gym, shaking hands and hugging everyone . Yuk. Jackie in the middle of  marathon stretch - ath on. 

Then a pile of wannabe elite athletes wander in with coach and the place brightens right up. 

Someone was telling me the other day that alcoholics are told to keep themselves in a not too depressed state in certain categories to avoid wanting to have a a drink. In the same way a perfect life in the words of armistead mauphan is a great job , great relationship and cool appartment then the ideal place to be to  avoid hitting the bottle is a steering clear of too many of being lonely, hungry, sick, poor, depressed. All further down the hierarchy of needs from armistead mauphan. You spend your 20s aspiring to mauphan and 50s wondering just what the future holds. 

This week I found out that the person I report into had been shifted from disengaged ahha singer to overwrought running pal. I made a complaint into HR, not because I was completely terribly upset about but I just wanted my  low level discontent registered. To celebrate the clarity of the situation I went to the gym around lunch time. 




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