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They Won't Let You Kill The Laughter

So, I started this morning's post at home. And I was using the on-screen keyboard...actually extolling the somewhat limited virtues of entering any kind of information that way to the iPad...and then somehow the entry just went caput. Which was fitting, I thought. And served to simultaneously prove my point and annoy me slightly. 

In either case, the point is...if I have any writing to do that amounts to anything more than a paragraph, I'm pretty sure the on-screen keyboard on the iPad is not going to be my first approach to getting that information keyed in, but as I mentioned in the paragraph that pulled a Philadelphia Experiment, it will absolutely do in a pinch.

 

Dude....I'm going to count this as one of my almost best work days ever....the conversation went like this:

 

Boss: "Todd...remind me that in the next 4-6 weeks, we need to get you and Evan scissor lift training" (Evan's my new guy starting next week)

 

Me: You mean like the lifts with the basket and stuff like a warehouse thing?

 

Boss: Yes...

 

Me: OH HELL YESSSS!! THAT'S AWESOME!!

 

While we're at it, I'm going to see if I can get some forklift training in there, too...but I'm guessing, since scissor lift training is required for us to get a new store wired (yes, it's my team that does that when we open a new MicroCenter) and forklifts are not, that I'll only get one side of the awesome-coin flipped this round...but mark my words, I'm gonna get certified on a forklift. Believe that.

 

Again...just proof that this was absolutely the right job at the right time for me.

 

Holding steady this week at about 58lbs down. I'm guessing it's because of the Berry Weiss that I've had a couple evenings this week. It's all good though.

 

Next week starts the push-ups in addition to the bike. Gotta get that core strengthened back up. I'm kind of anxious to see if I actually have all 6 'abs' in my '6 pack' or if the plastic/re-constructive surgery in 1997 altered how those are going to look.

 

It sounds funny, but one of the reasons I want to get in shape so badly is that I want to get that ab definition...and I'm kind of hoping that I only have 1/2 of a six pack. Heh, yeah. I know. It's goofy. But no more goofy than drawing eyeballs above the scar of my surgery and making a face on my boob.

 

Yeah. If you see it, I'll just give you that little smile and say 'Yeah....that just happened' Haha..I'm sitting in the break room at work on my lunch right now just laughing.

 

I'm getting a few weird looks, but at this point in my life, I'm completely used to it.

 

And with that, I need to get back to work.

 

Have a fantastic afternoon!!

 

-A.T.

 

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