February 3, 2010
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Bad days and large and small mercies
I haven’t done a proper post for a while. It’s been Jon Stewart this or Craig Ferguson that. I have been meaning to write. I’m just so bored with myself, and I thought better than to bore you too.
I’m in my winter hibernation mode. One thing new is I started hot yoga. My original yoga teacher was a student of B.K.S. Inyenga himself, so instruction was done with a great deal of care and passion. It has been hard for me to find classes since I left Chicago that live up to his standards. Classes offered at my gym simply don’t cut it. They’re too athletic with not enough focus on breathing and alignment.
In the past year Indianapolis has exploded with superb little restaurants, boutiques, galleries and yes, yoga centers. Turns out hot yoga is perfect for me. I’m a weird bird when it comes to flexibility. I have these crazy cirque du soleil hips. They can bend straight down. Seriously, I can stand on my head in lotus position. So to look at me you would never think I can’t even touch my toes. Even when I was young… no splits for me. Cheerleading…out of the question. Even with several years of ballet and jazz dance classes behind me my hamstrings were simply too tight. Spring tight hamstrings are great for being a quick runner…which I was… shitty for practically everything else. I digress, where was I? OK, so hot yoga, that’s new. And I leave for West Palm Beach in less than two weeks. I’m pretty sure I haven’t posted about this particular trip before, so that’s also new. Since the sun has been MIA here in the midwest a little ray of light would be nice to brighten the perspective. Joined a writing class. Fairly, new. Has it helped? I’m making very little progress. I know better than to wait for inspiration. And yet.
I’ve been on a few dates through Match. com. Nothing really. I have decided to not even try if I don’t feel interested. And I don’t feel interested a lot these days. It seems I’ve come to a very cagey place.
So that brings me to today. A strange day. According to the salon manager, the girl who was suppose to give me a facial disappeared. They simply haven’t heard from her in a week. No word. Very concerning. They rescheduled me with someone else so I didn’t miss my facial, but I’m awfully concerned about my missing friend. Upon returning to work after lunch I hear that an impromptu meeting was called to announce the termination of four of our department’s employees. This is the third year I have dodged that bullet. Each year, a month after the holidays, staff reduction. I wonder how long this trend will continue. And when the winds of fate will stop blowing in my favor. Corporate heads wanted more. My managers had to negotiate them down to four. It’s shattering, really. It’s easy to feel initially grateful… then dreadfully guilty. One girl whose husband is also out of work transfered to us fairly recently from another department. She didn’t have to come. She was asked over. One guy had been with us from the beginning and is quite beloved. A few have even offered a cut in their pay if it could get him back.
The news left me totally in my head for the rest of the day. On the way home from work, I rolled through a stop sign and was quickly pulled over. The police, “do you know why I pulled you over”? Me, “yes”. Him, “can I have your registration”? Thankfully, no ticket. There went bullet two, today.
Oh yeah, one more thing. I have been practically alcohol free in the last couple of months. Alcohol and hot yoga don’t mix. I’m liking it.
Comments (2)
I had to look up hot yoga because I had no idea what it was; and it’s very different than what i thought it might be. Sounds kind of horrible, but glad it works for you.
Like the lady in the white hat I am going to have to go look up hot yoga
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Your response is better then the last time I was pulled over, when asked I replied “because I didn’t see you were a cop in time” I got a ticket