Sunday, May 20, 2007

Welcome In, Welcome In...Shame About the Weather

So it's the first long weekend of the summer here and that whole global warming thing Al Gore was talking about just seems to be a bunch of broken promises. I think this is the third time this month that I've put away a bunch of my winter clothes thinking that I wouldn't need them for a few months only to find myself digging them out two days later as I realize that there's a good chance I could catch pneumonia if I don't throw a sweater over my tankini. It's not that I have a problem with having to hold off on wearing my tankini, it's just that I'd like a little consistency. If it's going to be spring then great let's do spring but if it's going to be summer then let's do that for more than a day and a half.

As much as I love the springtime I have to say that there is one thing that I despise about the springtime and it is the return of the bicycle shorts. I guess I've just always been more of a fan of form over function so I just don't understand why there isn't any way to make bicycle shorts less hideous looking? Is spandex the only material that can be used in this particular application? I just want to know why the bicycle short technology has not come further than this. Ordinarily bicycle shorts are not something I spend a great deal of time thinking about but there's this guy at work who bikes to work everyday in a rather revealing pair of these shorts. Despite the fact that he changes shortly after he arrives every morning, the site of him in those shorts, even for a brief moment makes it very difficult to a) keep my breakfast down and b) take him even a little bit seriously in the work environment. Like the other day he was talking in a meeting and he said something to the effect of "although last quarter's results fell a little short of our targets..." and I felt like saying "and speaking of little shorts...". So from then on I couldn't hear a word he was saying.

On a positive work related note, I did have a rather productive day at work the other day. I've recently taken up the game of squash. I've sort of always been intrigued by the sport since it seems like everyone who plays it gets really into it. Plus, there's a squash court in the fitness facility we have at work and so I figured it was a good opportunity to give it a shot. So for the last month I've been practicing and practicing with this one guy at work who actually is a really good player and who's been kind of showing me the ropes. So last week he told me that he thought I was at the point where I probably wouldn't embarrass myself if I started playing other people. Boy did I feel on top of the world when he put it that way. The next day at work I started talking to one of the guys who works with me who used to be quite a squash player until he injured his knee and I was telling him that I was looking for people to play against. He suggested I get in touch with his wife since she's a pretty good player and she'd probably be up for it. He gave me her phone number and since I didn't have a piece of paper on me I started writing it on the inside of my hand. About an hour later I was talking to another one of my colleagues and he noticed the number on my hand as I was talking and asked "What's that on the inside of your hand?" For a split second I thought about making something up but then just replied "Well, it's actually Jim's wife's phone number." Before I could explain why I had her number he responded "Good job. I've been trying to get her number for months." We both had a good laugh about it but unfortunately, it actually was kind of a step up for me. The last phone number I got at work was from a married 58 year old man who had three kids that were all older than me...and I don't think he wanted me to play squash with his wife.

Before I close I guess I should explain the title of this blog entry. It's a line from a Travis song called "My Eyes" off their new album called "The Boy With No Name". It is currently my favourite song. I think I've played this song about fifty times since I bought their new album yesterday. If you are or have ever been a Travis fan I'd recommend checking the album out. They don't chart a lot of new territory but they do what they do best. Either way, I'd recommend at least checking out this song.

By the way, another post will follow shortly with highlights from my recent road trip. I thought having teasers for upcoming posts would really boost readership interest. If it doesn't work though I'll just go back to posting once every six months which also seems to take anticipation to record heights.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

There is nothing wrong with spandex! It protects all the right parts from rubbing on the wrong parts. Speaking from experience... It is better to show the outline of bits and pieces than have them work themselves out without your knowing….
The visual is stimulating... I know...
Niese

Heather said...

Okay, fine. I'm not going to pretend to understand how or why spandex is the only material that can prevent the right parts from coming in contact with the wrong ones. The bottom line is that I just don't want to see the "bits and pieces" of someone I have to work with on a regular basis and I don't think that's too much to ask.