I took advantage the early hour to drive in, as well as to bring in a 12-pack of soda and a bag of individual baked snacks to store in my office for lunches throughout the week. Things I hate to carry in on the bus.
My boss and I had our weekly staff meeting, which was short and sweet. Her boss is out this week on vacation, as is one of the other managers in our unit, so it'll be kind of a quiet week for us.
During lunch, in the spirit of being a yenta, I walked over to the area on campus where the book store, which is in the process of being demolished, used to stand, and I snapped a few pictures of the progress. The first one is how it used to look:
Back at the office, I hit a wall at about 3:30 in the afternoon, and since I'd been in since 6:00, I carried my butt home. I remember a time when I thought "carried my butt home" was such a southern expression.
I got to the gym at about 6:00, where it was so crowded that I had to park in the adjacent Harris Teeter grocery store parking lot, because there were no spots left in the Planet Fitness parking lot.
As expected, almost every cardio machine (bikes, ellipticals, and treadmills, oh my!) were taken. I didn't care, though, because my plan was to do upper body work today.
I started off with some stretching and 300 (15 sets of 20 reps) ab crunches before going to the back of the gym where the weight machines are. There were so many people there that some people were doing free-form exercises between the machines—both on the floor and against the wall. Crazy.
I did my upper body routine, scaling back the weights on all eight machines by 5-10 pounds, so I wouldn't strain my ligaments again this time.
In two more yenta-related activities today, I:
- Subscribed via an RSS feed to the News & Observer's obituary section
- Glanced through wral.com's list of Wake County Arrests, during which I said things out loud to some of the people when noting what they had been arrested for.
- "Dude, you've got a coke problem." (Cocaine possession.)
- "Bitch, you're stealin' peeps' identities." (Identity theft.)
- "Dude, you're lightin' shit on fire." (Arson charge.)
- "Dude, you're messin' around with kids." (Indecent liberties with a minor.)
- "Bro, you're a mess, but you're kinda hot." (Criminals that I'm unfortunately physically attracted to.)
I met Joe at Caribou Coffee at Olde Raleigh Village, where we talked more than anything else. Tutor Man wasn't there, but our Barista Bear and his co-worker Sistah Barista were.
I had a piece of their "Low-fat Banana Bread," about which—when I got home and entered the nutrition information into dailyburn.com—I thought, "If that's low fat, then I'm thin."
I read a little bit more of Outliers before falling asleep.