After a return and about 15 angry emails, I now have a semi-working computer, which is great.
This one came with a bad SATA cable, but I yanked a good one out of the old machine and it’s fine.
It’s going to have to be fine. I can’t deal with another return. I’ll murder someone.
What’s also great is that I’ve got a show. Not day playing on a show, but full-time on a show that’s running for 9 weeks.
It’ll take me through Thanksgiving, and it’s shooting at Sony, which is close to my apartment – not as close as Fox, but still under half an hour in the car and once it cools off I’ll be able to bike to work in about 40 minutes.
Since I’m going to be at the same lot for nine weeks, I decided to splurge and join the on-lot gym as it’s right there and instead of going to my gym and then driving back to work I can just show up early, work out and then go hit crafty (hey, I deserve it. I worked out). Also, being able to take a shower after a bike ride to work is awesome.
There’s been this big thing with the studios of going ‘green’ – not allowing bottled water on sets, replacing lawns with fake grass, etc… but not one of them have set ups for bike commuters (lockers and showers), which seems to me would be pretty fucking green.
Guess they can’t get tax credits for having non-smelly bike commuters.
So after work today I waltzed over to the gym, credit card in hand, ready to sign up and work out.
Turns out, it doesn’t work like that.
One has to leave one’s email at the front desk with one’s name, show, guild or union affiliation, and email.
Then, after checking out your (probably bullshit, you sweaty fucking liar) story, someone will contact you and inform you of their decision.
In my case, the powers-that-be have deigned to allow me access.
Before I can go and work out, though, I must fill out a questionnaire, about my medical history, my family’s medical history, my workout history and general fat-assedness, and my primary care physician’s contact information.
Then, in block text, they WILL CONTACT MY PHYSICIAN TO DETERMINE IF I AM ABLE TO BEGIN A WORKOUT PROGRAM.
That one made me blink.
Not to give away my age here, but I began a workout program when leg warmers and butt floss were acceptable gym-wear.
Except for the occasional surgery or distant location, I’ve never stopped working out.
I’ve never stopped riding my bike whenever possible.
I’ve never stopped trying to swim the stress away.
I’ve never stopped working out my problems by lifting weights.
So I have to decide if I want to attach a snarky letter to my application or let them call my doctor and let him be snarky.
I think I should let him be snarky. He so rarely gets the chance.