New Year's eve was kind of a bust. As mentioned before, my gf was sick...she is still sick but hopefully is turning the corner. I'm sure she isn't having any fun. The evening was spent finishing up Breaking Bad, awesome show, and watching Criminal Minds. I don't think I made it till 11 before I was out. I intentionally turned off my phone for the evening because I wanted to see how many of my "friends" would send me a "Happy New Year" text. The next morning I had an awesome 4 text messages waiting on me to read...kind of depressing but lets me know a few things as well. Even better...the text messages weren't from people who I would expect to get them from.
Cooked breakfast for the two of us, and made plans with my client to train him while I'm getting my workout in as well. Gf's family were to meet us at Olive Garden at 2pm for lunch. I got a decent workout in, busted my clients ass, and headed back to the house. To my surprise, my gf had been working on taking down the Christmas decorations and breaking down the tree. I finished up packing things up and putting them in the attic space. Cleaned the rest of downstairs, showered, shaved, and boom...out the door in time to make it to lunch by 2. We arrive at 145, she places the call to her family.....and should have known, motherfuckers hadn't even left the fucking house yet. I instantly blew my top. Why is it so fucking hard to be on time. It's disrespectful in my eyes...I have a busy schedule, and rearrange my time in the morning to ensure that I am here on time. I don't think it's to much to ask to request the same from other people. Being on a cleaner diet I had to behave and just get soup...which is frustrating in itself! By the time we got home it was already getting cold again and I didn't have get a chance to clean the ride.
The topic of lifting was brought up during lunch. I knew it was bait, as both the father and brother are "one uppers", and I wasn't trying to get caught in that type of conversation. They expressed interest in what kind of weight I was doing for what exercises, and I tried to be as vanilla as possible. Eventually they got what they wanted though, and then proceeded to tell me stories of what they had done in the past, the most ridiculous was her father telling me he was doing leg presses with 1300lbs in HS. I stroked his ego a bit, said I was impressed, and in the back of my head was thinking you lying piece of shit...Haters are going to hate. And there will always be haters. I was reading up on a man named Richard Hawthorne, known as the "human ant". Black man, 5'5", weighing in at only 127-133lbs, but is able to deadlift 610lbs for repetitions. That's 4.5 times his body weight!! And what do I see, forums filled with pages after pages saying it's because he's short, or because he's wearing a special spandex one piece lifting outfit, or this or not...it's just amazing. Nobody likes to see others shine or out do what they can do...seems to be universal in this world.
I'm at work now, only one in my division here. Typical, as nobody else shows up until around 8 or so. The night crew is supposed to be relieved at 7. They are a 24x7x365 operation, something I used to do a few years back before getting promoted. The issue is, their relief is never on time, and so I'm stuck being the nice guy and letting them go home so they don't have to wait on their relief. It's not fair to the guys who have already worked their 12 hour shift to have to wait on someone, yet none of them have the balls to call the manager and report that their relief is late. The problem will never fix itself. Why is it that 80% of the work gets done by 20% of the workforce? And why is that the people who do the least, get promoted the fastest?? Meh...part of new years resolutions...vented, letting it go...to the best of my ability.
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