UPDATED POST
(these posts were not posted originally)
FOUND THEM FROM HER COMPUTER MAY 2009:
November 5: Core Fusion
I hit up the Core Fusion class at the Y after work. I felt like I was able to keep up pretty well. Someday I will have my abs back. Holding in your stomach is hard work.
November 6: *%@& Her!!!
Around this time, a fellow employee who will remain nameless had the audacity to complain to her manager about the extra time off I was receiving for my appointments. She was attempting to attach my situation to a bullshit complaint she had filed with the labor board about how people were treated differently at Pure Play. Furious doesn’t even begin to cover how I felt. No one in upper management was the least bit sympathetic to her. They took steps to protect both myself and the company. In the meantime, I had to resist the impulse to march into her office, read her the riot act, and then choke the bitch. That didn’t last long, as she eventually got herself fired for no-showing to work for several days. I find it hard to believe that people like this exist. If she was so jealous of my “time off,” I would have happily sent her in my stead to have toxic chemicals injected into her for six hours. I sincerely hope there is some sort of universal justice in the world. If and when her karma comes back to her, as my dear friend Bonnie says, I will pull up a lawn chair, crack open a beer, and watch the shit go down.
November 7: Slumdog Millionaire
I tackled the elliptical trainer again today, one level up. Benjie and I hit a 9:30 screening of “Slumdog Millionaire.” It looks like it could be The Little Foreign Film That Could this year, and it is well-deserving. I’m beginning to think all movies should end with a Bollywood dance number, just to wrap things up and leave the audience feeling good and mimicking the choreography on the way out. Maybe that’s just me.
November 8: Yoga Makes Me Cry
I went to a morning yoga class at the Y. It’s very difficult to be reminded of all the things your body used to be able to do that it can’t anymore. I shed a few frustrated tears. It’s hard to be patient, but at least I had a Leta massage waiting for me later that day. I can feel her channeling all her healing and strength when she works on me. It sounds a little woo-woo, but it’s true. I’m blessed to have someone like her, who has been through what I’ve been through, in my life.
