Last night I decided to practice my pool game since Confidante was off. I had just taken two shots when Mr. Pool slid up behind me and said he wanted to practice too, but he only had fifteen minutes until his shift was over. He said he’d play against me. Remember Mr. Pool takes his game very seriously. He practices constantly. So, when he volunteered to play with me, I sensed he figured he’d finish me off quickly and still have time to practice alone. I had come downstairs a few minutes earlier needing to blow off some pent up energy which I directed into my pool game. Sadly, for Mr. Pool, I trounced him soundly by taking him out in 9 minutes. And, no he didn’t give me the game. I earned it fair and square. He congratulated me that I beat him and told me not to tell anyone. Technically, I didn’t. I just wrote about it. Sshhhh. I still left him with six more minutes though.
I do hate it when Confidante is on the daytime shift. It really eats into our pool time. I remember when the hotel was expecting a surprise inspection. Corporate headquarters wouldn’t tell anyone who, or when, the person would show up. So, everyone was on their best behavior. Confidante put a moratorium on our pool games and wouldn’t play until after the inspection. Unfortunately, it took one month for the inspector to come, and by that time I was seriously out of practice. The inspector assumed no one would know who she was but Confidante was ready for her. He was awesome. No matter how hard she tried to trip him up, his extraordinary talent for taking care of guests won her over. I think I noticed a slight swelling of his head from the rave reviews she gave him on her report. It even affected his game. With renewed energy Confidante assumed a winning streak for 8 straight games. If you can believe it, he got upset about it too. Claims he didn’t have to work for it because I was off my game.
Squid’s been in a bad mood all week. Someone’s been dumping their bad energy on him, and now his ego’s in need of a little stroking. Isn’t that what everyone needs; a little validation every now and then? Of course, if you’re gonna answer to a name like Squid, you better have a strong enough ego to begin with.
Today I managed to stay on the elliptical machine twice as long, and with twice the distance as I have before. I didn’t think it was possible, but I actually prefer it to the treadmill. There I go cheating again. I’ve told the treadmill before, and it bears repeating, “You’re boring and you never take me anywhere.” While on the elliptical machine, I can mentally dance along with J-Lo's music in my ears, which also helps to increase my cardiac output. I think the treadmill and I have irreconcilable differences.
I do hate it when Confidante is on the daytime shift. It really eats into our pool time. I remember when the hotel was expecting a surprise inspection. Corporate headquarters wouldn’t tell anyone who, or when, the person would show up. So, everyone was on their best behavior. Confidante put a moratorium on our pool games and wouldn’t play until after the inspection. Unfortunately, it took one month for the inspector to come, and by that time I was seriously out of practice. The inspector assumed no one would know who she was but Confidante was ready for her. He was awesome. No matter how hard she tried to trip him up, his extraordinary talent for taking care of guests won her over. I think I noticed a slight swelling of his head from the rave reviews she gave him on her report. It even affected his game. With renewed energy Confidante assumed a winning streak for 8 straight games. If you can believe it, he got upset about it too. Claims he didn’t have to work for it because I was off my game.
Squid’s been in a bad mood all week. Someone’s been dumping their bad energy on him, and now his ego’s in need of a little stroking. Isn’t that what everyone needs; a little validation every now and then? Of course, if you’re gonna answer to a name like Squid, you better have a strong enough ego to begin with.
Today I managed to stay on the elliptical machine twice as long, and with twice the distance as I have before. I didn’t think it was possible, but I actually prefer it to the treadmill. There I go cheating again. I’ve told the treadmill before, and it bears repeating, “You’re boring and you never take me anywhere.” While on the elliptical machine, I can mentally dance along with J-Lo's music in my ears, which also helps to increase my cardiac output. I think the treadmill and I have irreconcilable differences.