Tuesday, margarita for lunch and Yoga for dinner.
07/09/2003
I managed to sneak out of the office for lunch with a friend. He is going to help me on a JournalCon topic. After dealing with grumpy tenants in the morning I had had enough. Margarita with lunch.
I don’t know if it is the weather, the economy or me. I just hit tilt by one yesterday afternoon. I had to walk away from one tenant so I didn’t say something really nasty. See when you call in a work order (4 messages in 45 minuets) for your AC because your hot, I do expect you to do something. How hard is it to move your junk away from the AC so the repair guy can get to it? Do you think I am going to move your stuff? NO. Am I going to let something get broken? NO. I almost told the repair guy, never mind, let her sweat. Bitch that she is hot, bitch that she has to move her stuff and the repair guy was going out of his way to fit her in.
I headed down to the gym last night. I did my weight routine and then headed into the room for Yoga. I am enjoying the yoga routine. It is a lot of stretching and I did a lot of sweating last night. Came home and bonded with Saba. No racing last night.
