On Wednesday, May 19, 2021 at 6:50:57 AM UTC-5, Gary wrote:
> bruce bowser wrote:
> > Sheldon wrote:
> >> I don't consider a
> >> treadmill or a nordic track any benefit unless one has the IQ of a
> >> hamster.
> >
> > I have run around a conventional race track, but haven't done so in awhile.
> I used to run on a local school track occasionally for timed speed
> workouts but they are very boring too. Even worse are all the home
> exercise machines.
>
> Best to run outdoors and bike outdoors too. You get fresh air and
> sunshine and plenty of mind-stimulus seeing constantly changing views
> and people.
>
A bunch of my co-workers left and went to Peloton. An assistant manager
left, and he started pirating some of the best workers. I wasn't one of them.
About 6 months before he left, he had to give me my review, and I cussed at
him for minutes straight about my wage not being commensurate with my
skills and performance. I said stuff like, "You know this is ****ing bullshit,
and I know you didn't make the ****ing decision, but you get ****ing paid to
listen to this." I didn't suffer any repercussions for mouthing off to an exec,
but I also didn't get any more money.

We got along fine after that, and he quit about 6 months later, and not long
after that I threw another fit about my working conditions. I didn't get any
more money, but I got everything else, exactly the position and exactly the
hours I wanted, and I can leave early any time I want if I'm done with my
tasks. My last performance review was glowing, and I don't even care that
I only got a 2% increase. Shit, I'm only a few years from retirement.

The Peloton guy didn't offer me a job, and I told one of my work buddies to
tell him that if I knew what I know now, maybe I wouldn't have cussed at
him for 10 minutes straight, because I knew it would get a laugh, which it
did, since everyone concerned knew that I'm happy where I'm at, and there
is zero chance that I'd toss the dice with job satisfaction for a few more
dollars an hour. In 4-1/2 years I'll be on Medicare, at which point I will
never again work a single minute on anyone's timeclock.

I worked extra today. My tasks were completed, but there was a call-off
in another department, so I volunteered to pitch in there, without being
asked. Then I came home and made dinner, which was pan seared steak,
mushroom gravy, and chopped, peel on potatoes, boiled, with a little carrot,
slivered with a peeler added near the end, that I whipped with the mixer.

The mushroom gravy was sliced mushrooms sauteed in butter, then put
into a pot with cornstarch slurry, a little beef BtB, white pepper, a tiny bit of
onion powder and some added butter.
>
--Bryan