So, I sort of played hookey from work today and it almost backfired. Technically, I didn't skip out for no reason; my place was being fumigated as I mentioned and I had to be at my place from 12-4 to wait for the gas man to come and turn it back on. I love those vague time frames they give you...4 freakin' hours? Come on...even my friend Dave who usually takes an hour to tie his shoes can give me a better estimate of when he's showing up! You know that if you show up a little after 12, you'll get one of those notes on your door saying "We stopped by and you weren't there...you loser!" Of course, if you actually show up at 12, you'll generally have to wait until 4. It's almost like they have this satellite system that lets them know your every move so they can screw you over. Sorry, lost my train of thought. I didn't bother going in because even if I got in at 7:30, that's still barely 4 hours at most. I figured I might as well just hang out and take care of this crap that way I don't get screwed by getting stuck in traffic or something. Either way, all this shit happened in Ventura today which just so happens to be my responsibility; I really didn't get to avoid work at all today. I just had to do a bunch of it on the phone instead.

Once I got back to my place, I found that the guys doing the job had actually sealed up a couple more of my perishables in bags that I didn't bother doing because I was just going to throw them out. That was mighty kind of them...now I can just toss the bag out instead. The gas representative shows up around 1 which has to be a first; he also is a pretty funny guy. He lights my pilot light in my heater and then as he's checking the other connections, he starts telling me this funny story that happened to him the other day. This real estate lady smelled gas in one of the houses that she was selling, so she immediately called the gas company to come check it out. Since he happened to be just down the block, he took the call and showed up within 10 minutes. He starts knocking on the door...no answer...he walks around the back and starts shouting Gas Company!...no answer...he's getting a little frustrated so he decides to go back in the front when the real estate agent finally opens the door and tells him she didn't hear him at first. He's pretty impressed as she's wearing a nice outfit; all dressed to the 9s with a blouse and a skirt and heels...anyways, she is acting all proper and haughty, so she tells him she'll lead him to where she smelled the gas. Once she turns around, he has a nice view of her ass...it seems that when he was knocking, she took the time to use the bathroom and had to finish up really quickly to answer the door. Too quickly. She had tucked the back of her skirt right into her pantyhose, so he got quite the view. He laughed and let her in on what the problem was; she of course turned bright red and accused him of staring at her...well duh! That's like asking if the pope is catholic. Either way, that must have made his day.

I managed to go to the gym early today; this was nice as I've not been able to consistently go since I've been back from my vacation to Peru. I had a nice workout; back, chest and arms as well as a three mile run. I hopefully can get back into the swing of things as I noticed that I've actually gotten weaker. Oh well, at least the travel has made me lose weight again. I'm down to a level that I should be now; I probably weigh less than my dad now and he's 3 inches shorter than I am.