I need more excuses to not attend ridiculous meetings.
I would get so much more done if they just gave me the minutes and got on with it on their own. In fact, work would be so much more efficient without meetings. They should be banned. If you need to speak to someone about something, in the olden days, you just walked over to their desk. Juggling diaries should now be an Olympic Event. Government employees are bandits for meetings, I'd like to see them scrapped.
But anyway. I have been "managing" my achilles in anticipation of the half marathon this weekend. I went to "Enter The Dragon" Massage Parlour and asked for the VERY BEST in calf massages. I was very disappointed to hear Enya and what sounded like Richard Clayderman coming through the speakers, because I had become quite fond of the "suburban Chinese Restaurant music". I still cannot have a massage without getting the giggles when they do behind my knees or just above my kneecaps. I think the guy thought I was crying today, but it just does something to my reflexes and makes me kick out my foot and disolve into fits of giggles. I always leave feeling like a wierdo. Nothing new there though.
So another crapola week of running, this marathon is looking more and more unlikely, and I am fine with that.
I would get so much more done if they just gave me the minutes and got on with it on their own. In fact, work would be so much more efficient without meetings. They should be banned. If you need to speak to someone about something, in the olden days, you just walked over to their desk. Juggling diaries should now be an Olympic Event. Government employees are bandits for meetings, I'd like to see them scrapped.
But anyway. I have been "managing" my achilles in anticipation of the half marathon this weekend. I went to "Enter The Dragon" Massage Parlour and asked for the VERY BEST in calf massages. I was very disappointed to hear Enya and what sounded like Richard Clayderman coming through the speakers, because I had become quite fond of the "suburban Chinese Restaurant music". I still cannot have a massage without getting the giggles when they do behind my knees or just above my kneecaps. I think the guy thought I was crying today, but it just does something to my reflexes and makes me kick out my foot and disolve into fits of giggles. I always leave feeling like a wierdo. Nothing new there though.
So another crapola week of running, this marathon is looking more and more unlikely, and I am fine with that.
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