Why Don't We All Just Sleep In?

Here's what my eyes are seeing right now, as I sit here at work on yet another boring Saturday morning. I don't know if I'm in a really bad mood right now, and judging relentlessly, or if people are getting weirder and weirder by the day, but people are really annoying me today.

For example, two girls running on treadmills are engaged in a conversation about how annoying a mutual friend is. This wouldn't be so bad, in and of itself, even though it's difficult to hear even a person standing next to you above the sound of the treadmills' motors as well as 2 pairs of feet pounding on the belt. But both girls have their ipods strapped to their arms, and headphones jammed in their ears. So not only do they have to yell over the sound of the machines, but they have to be loud enough that they can hear each other over the sound of each girl's personal selection of background music.

There is a guy on the Reebok Fusion who has a towel draped over his head. I don't understand that. He looks like he belongs on the sands of Saudi Arabia on the back of a camel. What would people think if I stood in front of my step class and proceeded to teach with a towel draped over my head? Why can't he just wipe the sweat away on his shirt like everyone else does?

These are all stupid little things, I know. But here's the most annoying thing for me. I took the initiative to have a plastics recycling bin put in the fitness center. We're not the greenest people on earth, so it's certainly the least we could do, especially since water's just about all anyone drinks in here. So imagine my disappointment when I walked in this morning and saw this:



I know for a fact that it's Blank Stare's. That's the kind of water he drinks, and he was the closer last night.

I will give him this: I know what it's like to finish up a bottle of water just before you're walking out for the night. The desk where we watch porn surf the net looking for jobs play on Face Book email coworkers about how much we hate Blank Stare sit is on the opposite end of the gym from the recycling bin.

I know how much of a pain it is to walk all the way to the other end of the fitness center just to drop a bottle in, then turn around and go all the way back. Really, I do! I've been in that exact same situation before, myself.

But I feel so guilty dropping the bottle into the trash, especially since the only reason I'm doing that is because of my own laziness.

So I'll do one of three things: 1) Get over myself and make the 10-second walk to the recycle bin; 2) Throw the empty water bottle into my bag and take it home with me to throw into my own recycling bin there; or 3) Set the empty bottle on my desk and throw it in my bin the next morning.

I am really not the queen of laziness, but at the end of a long day where I've worked out on my own in addition to teaching classes that wear me out, and all I want to do is go home, sometimes I just don't want to make that extra effort. So sue me.

Even if he didn't choose one of my options listed above, I still feel that Blank Stare could have done something besides just throwing it out.

This just reinforces my already unfavorable opinion of him.

Oh- and before you ask- YES I did take the nasty BS-spit-riddled bottle out of the trash and put it in the blue bin.