We have a new boss at the Wub, and frankly its a little disconcerting. So far New Guy is a tough read. I am already naturally disposed to paranoia, and I am told that it is not just me, so it has been pretty quiet around here lately. He's been here four days and so far we still all tiptoe. Which I believe is unfair to him. Like wearing Spanx on a first casual date: he may as well know what he's getting.
I finally elected myself to go on and ask "Are we to call you New or Mr. Guy? What is your preference? Because you may have noticed that no one has directly addressed you all week."
Which he found kind of amusing (I think). We are to call him New unless there are members standing around who would find that uppity. "Good Morning, New", but "Mr. Guy is in his office, let me see if he's available."
Fair enough.
THIS WEEKS EXCITING NEW WAY IN WHICH I AM A BADASS:
We worked out in a tornado last night!
Well, just a warning but still...
We were at the middle school and had just gotten back from our run when the sirens went off and right away the intersom came on: "All students please come inside and seek shelter". So we grabbed our handweights and went into the girls locker room for the evening. It was very nostalgic: the hallways reeked of angst and I was surrounded by girls who were tougher than me.
Next Wednesday is bring a friend to boot camp day. It would be exciting if I had a friend...at least not a LAZY SLACK ASS FRIEND YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE SMOKE-Y Mc-HUFF-N-PUFF.
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