Something new

...and good for me too. I tried a new form of exercise tonight. The community center we belong to has an underwater treadmill. My friend has been raving about it for months. Today her exercise partner cancelled on her at the last minute, and they had the treadmill reserved (apparently the scheduling of this thing is cut-throat; prepare to have eyes scratched out by senior citizen). So, miraculously velo-dude was around to watch the boys and I went with her. I can see why the senior citizens like it. But man, it really felt like a decent workout. Maybe I'm deluding myself, but at the very least, it's got to be better than sitting at home on my arse.

Work environment. The big nasty project is apparently all but over for the year, maybe some minor tweakings. Yeah! That thing just about killed me. Last Friday I was frantically trying to finish it up. I had hoped to get done early to go to Curly's Halloween party at school, but twas not to be. At 3:30 I was frantically trying to finish up, when I somehow lost about 4 hours worth of work from the day. Doh! How in sam hell did I do that? I know how to save my work. What? VEERRRY frustrating. I was up very late Sunday night working on it. Earlier that day, the stress of this thing manifested itself in yet another way. I was listening to my iPod at my desk, which is in a cubicle. The iPod is necessary to ward off the sounds of the ice-cruncher, the gum-popper, and the potato-chip eater. These are 2 different people. Also have a new neighbor, haven't decided on the right term yet, perhaps the guffaw-er? Quite an annoying laugh. Anyway, the boss, who as I mentioned has only been my boss for a couple of weeks, stops by my desk. He was probably standing there for several seconds before I sensed his presence, and I quickly pulled out the earbuds. I've been listening to a lot of 80's and 90's stuff lately, nothing I'm particularly proud of but it makes me feel good. He tries to make conversation by asking what I'm listening to, but for some reason I am completely flustered by now, and just mumble something about some stuff from the '90's. He says oh, in a very nice voice, and asks again, what is it. And do I tell him? Do I act sociable with this guy who is trying to be human and personable and get to know his staff? Nooooo. Nope, instead, I say "I don't usually share my musical tastes with other people." Yep, that's what I said. WTF? WTF? WTF? Did that just come out of my mouth? There is no turning back. He asks his question and leaves. Good grief, what is wrong with me? I really haven't dealt well with this stress. Hopefully I haven't done irreparable damage. That just made me look like the classic, stereotypical, socially inadept mathgeek that I desperately do not want to be. I am sorry, fellow mathgeeks of the world.