I opened up my gym back after a nice 45 minute cardio work out and started through my routine. I quickly realized I was missing an essential item....my bra!!
At some point in my life this probably wouldn't have been such a big deal. A day of free spirit, hippie loving and dancing through a field of wild daisy. Heck, on most weekends I'm bra-less 75% of the time.... But spending the next 9 hours wearing my doctor hat??!!
I quickly assessed my options.... (Keep in mind that I live a hour away and I'm suppose to be at the office in less than a hour, so stopping back at the house is out of the question.)
1) Wear the sports bra I worked out in. The gross, sweaty, unsupportive square piece fabric all balled up in my gym bag, just didn't seem viable at this point.
2) Go to work with no bra on and hope no one notices. Maybe I could hide it by wearing my white jacket all day...
3) Find the closest Target/Walmart and buy a new, which would most likely result in me being late for work.
I rushed through my shower and out of the gym with no make up, no hair fixin', and no bra, opting for #3. First things first. Where is the closest Target/Walmart? I send a ridiculous text message to my receptionist. no response. I call her until she's annoyed enough to pick up. She's laughing. "Get yourself a bra girl!"
and I did. Three actually. Fearing that one wouldn't right and I had no time for trying on. I chose a neutral cotton one by Gilligan & O'Malley. It's rather nice actually.
"The world's hottest June on record followed the hottest May, April and March, making the first half of 2010 the warmest such period since 1880, when record-keeping began, according to the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration." ~Philly.com, July 16, 2010
"Tuesday's oppressive heat climbed to 102 at Philadephia International Airport, marking the third time in 44 years temps hit 102 or higher." NBC Philadelphia, July 7, 2010
"Oppressive heat travels up and down the east cost for another weekend...High temperatures coupled with heat indices that reach in the triple digits, many are calling it the hottest summer that they have ever experienced. Weather officials say that this summer will indeed be one for the record books." V101.9, July 24, 2010
I really don't mind the heat so much, in limited doses that is. I actually rather enjoy a few hours of sweaty labor work on the weekends (followed by a nice dip in the pool!). It somehow makes me feel more accomplished. Slaving away on landscaping, exercising, or enjoying a day poolside is one thing, but being hot, sticky, gross, and sweaty while wearing business attire, no fun.
It makes for unhappy people.
Specifically an unhappy Jim. His tale can be found here.
It's a tiny cafe with the best sandwiches and salads. Tons of fresh greens and veggies (which is a rarity in the area surrounding my office!)
It's a bit pricey and I'm usually a brown-bagger, but it's a delicious special treat. My favorites are the turkey BLT, roasted vegetable salad, and the AMAZING oatmeal raisin cookies (which I'm sure are totally fat-free!)
If for some weird reason you're every in Wilmington, DE it's really worth checking out.
In other food news...
I'm also really digging brussel sprouts these days (I use a version of this recipe).
My agenda this week: reclaiming lost and stolen funds.
Lost or stolen because other people are idiots and/or have ripped me off.
1)American Signature Furniture.
Less than a year ago, Jim and I bought a new couch (for a steal of deal, I might add!) and a new mattress and box spring set.
It's impossible for Jim and I to be in bed together without sinking into the middle. and it just keeps getting worse. Last night I had to leave one leg hanging out of the bed to keep from being sucked in.
it's like sleeping in a taco shell.
and I'm getting old and my back hurts.
2) Pillar to Post. our home inspection company.
The jolly 'ole dough boy who did our home inspection missed a major structural issue in our kitchen and the fact that our AC didn't work.
Resulting in weeks of sweltering heat and sleepless nights, tearing our entire kitchen ceiling down, and dropping a fat wad of cash on getting a stupid beam replaced in my kitchen.
I blame it on a combination of laziness and not being able to get his fat head into the crawl space.
3) Tax man.
The local tax man at least. Our taxes are way to freakin' high, even compared to similar properties in the area. And if I'm denied, you better damn well believe I'm submitted complaints for every little thing that needs fixed in this neighborhood.
High taxes and a crooked stop sign. I don't think so.
Going to the gym before work and then showering and getting ready for work in the locker room can be a challenge.
Lugging around all the crap that is just unfortunate necessity for any professional women: makeup haircare products blow dryer flat iron neatly pressed work attire And complete all the required hygiene and beautification steps in a shared space.
In general I don't have a problem if you want to be naked in the locker room. If you don't care I don't care.
Personally, I prefer a light short robe that I picked up at Marshall's. It's small and thin enough to fit in my gym bag. It hangs easily on the hook outside of the shower stale and keeps me covered up until I'm ready to switch over to my work clothes.
Naked lady does not use a robe. or a towel. or shower shoes.
In fact most of the time she doesn't even shower. She uses the crappy brown paper towels and does some kind of 'sponge bath' in the sink. If she does shower. She prefers to drip dry.
Really? I mentioned that this was a shared space. We're talking about the locker room at the gym. Not a hotel room or some kind of private spa.
I don't really understand her cleansing methods, but again, not really my problem.
Where the problems comes into the scenario is when your nakedness starts to have a direct impact on me.
First incident Me: leaning over my gym bag which is on the bench between the lockers. Naked Lady: walks over to her locker and bends forward. directly in front of my face.
Yes. that's right. Naked Lady's butt (more specifically the crack of her ass) in my face. Traumatized. It's taken me months to even talk about it.
Second incident Me: Walking to the shower wearing my cute little robe, carrying my towel, shampoo, etc. Naked Lady: Burst out from behind a shower curtain and walks right into me.
Third incdient Me: Applying makeup and fixing my hair. Again, wearing robe. Naked Lady: Crowds my space, although the whole mirrored area is open and starts a conversation about her cellulite. Making sure to point out all her worst areas, contorting and bending her legs as needed to make sure I get the best view.
I now avoid Naked Lady whenever possible. I literally dread seeing her in the gym. I try to time her workouts so I can either be done before she makes it to the locker room or spend another 20 mins on the treadmill hoping she'll be on her way out, even it means being late for work.
I just can't say enough about how uncomfortable I am with Naked Lady. There's just somethings worth avoiding.