Have-Knots and Will-Nots

I was having arguments in my dreams, but can’t remember with whom they were, or what they were about. All I remember is being really angry and saying “Move from me!” because I didn’t want to talk to them any more. Why I can’t just have restful, dreamless sleep for once, I don’t know. Serves me right for being stubborn and sleeping late.

I met Miss T on the bus to work and we chatted about common work gripes (mainly about Payroll and their often bizarre, old-fashioned and petty ways of working). I am starting to panic slightly about the amount of loose ends I need to tie up before I go. I know it won’t be as bad as I think, but it’s hard to make a fresh start in a new role when you are still dealing with past work. In some ways, that’s an advantage, in that I can still help to sort out any problems or resolve any outstanding queries even after I start my new job. But at the same time, I will be busy concentrating on being trained for the new position and that will need my full attention.

Miss T has started going to the gym instead of going swimming and has gone at lunchtime with Shoulders. She has tried to get me to join them and asked if I had brought my gym kit to go today. “Er…no…?” I said sheepishly and she shook her head in disappointment. “You’re baaaad,” she chastised. I do like going to the gym, but having not been for quite some time and knowing that my muscles have tightened up to a shocking extent, my first time back after so long is not a prospect I am relishing. Plus, I don’t really like going during lunchtime, when I would have to rush and squeeze getting changed, having a decent workout and getting changed again (which would be a nightmare if I needed a shower) into just one hour. I used to like going in the mornings before work, because I could literally roll out of bed and get dressed, then grab by gym gear and go. I could take my time having a nice, varied, hour-long workout (including warm-up and warm-down stretches) and then have a nice unrushed shower, take my time getting dressed, stop by the canteen to pick up some brekkie and then amble into work by 9.30am. Aside from the fact that I don’t want to be rushing around, the sweaty look isn’t really one I want to rock in the office.

Lolly might be staying at mine this weekend (I need to check for sure), but if not, maybe I can force my lazy ass to the gym on Sunday, or Monday morning before work. Then at least I can do the first session back on my own, which won’t be quite as embarrassing. Miss T emailed Shoulders, checking that he was still going at 1.30pm and snitching on the fact that I had left my gym kit and was therefore very naughty. Shoulders replied that it would be double reps for me next week, as a punishment. Somehow, I seem to have acquired two personal trainers! I’m already averse to people telling me what to do, lol, I don’t think enforced exercise is really the way forward for me, but these knots in my back need to go sometime I suppose.