Today is “Bring your dog to work day”.
Well, it is for Riley. She’s headed out of town for the weekend and Jim is watching her dog, Pink. They had to get to know each other. It’s like a first date, today.
Oh sweet baby J (I didn't feel right about typing out the whole name/word). Jim arrived with energy in a cup. Jim texts me when he brings a carrier full of coffee so I’ll come down to the garage and help him carry it up. I think he has a fear of carrying anything super hot because it spilled on him and burned his hand. Here’s the deal, though. Helping Jim with his fear is facing one of mine. In order to get to the studio, you have to walk up an enclosed staircase that’s freaky! I have some major fears. They mostly involve anything that can be seen in a horror movie. This means that every time I head up the stairs to the studio, I have to run. Even while carrying four coffees. What if someone is chasing me with a knife?
Woody talked about joining a gym yesterday. It didn’t happen. There’s a reason, though. He’s actually weighing his options. There are three places he’s considering:
He doesn’t know which one is right for him so he’s doing a little bit more research. Meanwhile, he’s burning calories avoiding the question. Well, research, and the fact that he isn’t able to rest his sore muscles in his bathtub. His wife won’t let him. They have a jetted tub but Woody’s wife wants him to keep it nice. She’s thinking of the resale value. But while she's out of town...
The thought of Woody neck deep in bubbles wearing a shower cap and cucumbers on his eyes makes me laugh. That’s what he’d do, right?
Last night, Mike Fisher Jim played hockey at the Bridgestone Arena. Did you see him? During the off-season, rec hockey leagues are invited to play on the same ice as the Predators. The same place Mike Fisher has dropped sweat. Oh, sorry, got sidetracked. It is pretty freaking cool. You can see what the Preds see at the games by looking up into the stands.
Wednesday late-morning, we have meetings with the boss. His office is nicer than my house. He is a straight man who knows how to decorate. I should ask if he can cook. We could start a matchmaking service with that sort of information. Single, young guy who is organized, keeps things neat and can decorate. You wouldn’t have to yell at him for leaving his socks on the floor. I’m getting an idea, here.
Do you see that picture? Jim was featured in a magazine! His college alum magazine interviewed past successful students and he made the cut. How rad is that? The first cool part is that a radio guy went to college. Follow that up with said college featuring him. Double whammy.
Riley brought up a situation that NONE of us could identify with but her. Read: We’re all nerds. Riley was out having a beer (alone – wait, that’s not a hot girl move) and a “nerdy” guy came up and talked to her. He had no chance. She was in an awkward position because this guy offered to buy her another drink (on top of the full one in front of her). This thought has haunted her. What makes him think she was interested?
Speaking of awkward. I just met one of our engineers (the smart guys who create, adjust and fix all our equipment) and he looks JUST like an ex of mine. I can’t even have a conversation for any length of time because it just feels weird. It’s totally not his fault and I haven’t told him so I just look like a socially inept staff member. Keepin’ it classy.
Love you. Mean it.