I left work early yesterday on account of it was my birth...
I left work early yesterday on account of it was my birthday. I told the other guys at the office if anyone was looking for me to tell them that I'm senile and wandered off.
For me, leaving work early means going to the gym early. Nothing exciting. It's interesting to note though, that at 51 years old I'm still as strong as ever, it's just the cardio that's deteriorated. (I can press the max on the bench press machine and pec deck--over 240 lbs, 10X, for three sets of 12-15, but I can't run worth spit anymore.)
Oh, and speaking of senile moments: I don't work at the recruit school anymore, but we're still expected to correct troops when we see them slacking off. The other day I was watching a troop marching to class, and by recruit school standards it was pretty pathetic--arms not straight, nowhere near swung shoulder high, chatting while their marching, etc. But, hey, this is the Air Force, and for the most part they're not expected to maintain that standard so most often as not I turn a blind eye less I suffer an aneurysm. But this one kid was deplorable, so I just HAD to do something.
I stopped the troop and approached the private.
Me: "Who the HELL taught you to march?"
Student. *blinks* "Um, you did, Sgt."
Me: *frowns. "So we know you had a good instructor. Try putting some of it into practice."
Student: "Yes, Sgt."
Me: Got while the getting was good.
For me, leaving work early means going to the gym early. Nothing exciting. It's interesting to note though, that at 51 years old I'm still as strong as ever, it's just the cardio that's deteriorated. (I can press the max on the bench press machine and pec deck--over 240 lbs, 10X, for three sets of 12-15, but I can't run worth spit anymore.)
Oh, and speaking of senile moments: I don't work at the recruit school anymore, but we're still expected to correct troops when we see them slacking off. The other day I was watching a troop marching to class, and by recruit school standards it was pretty pathetic--arms not straight, nowhere near swung shoulder high, chatting while their marching, etc. But, hey, this is the Air Force, and for the most part they're not expected to maintain that standard so most often as not I turn a blind eye less I suffer an aneurysm. But this one kid was deplorable, so I just HAD to do something.
I stopped the troop and approached the private.
Me: "Who the HELL taught you to march?"
Student. *blinks* "Um, you did, Sgt."
Me: *frowns. "So we know you had a good instructor. Try putting some of it into practice."
Student: "Yes, Sgt."
Me: Got while the getting was good.
Published on April 21, 2012 08:29
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