No. 37

Eve came over at 530pm today and took us to the Loaded Hog weekly running competition.

The Loaded Hog holds this running competition every tuesday nite at 6pm, costs $6 to enter, to run a 5km course and you get a free drink.

So we got there, signed up, got my name tag.

I was 37.

The run was...painful. I tried to keep up to this middle aged man and girl the whole way, and in the end, i sped up too soon before the finish line, and ran out of steam - and these 2 elderly man and that middle aged man overtook me. Damn.

But my time was 22:44 to run 5km.

The best time was 17min something.

So we got back to the Loaded Hog, and I ordered some Hog wheat beer (only that and OJ/Lemonade was free, dammit). And we waited. They started calling out the prizes; there are prizes for the fastest male/female runner, and random pple as well. Prizes are pretty cool - like 1 week trial membership to les mills, massages, subway vouchers, bottle of nice OJ, a T-shirt, socks...

And then no. 37 was called out to win this prize...

WHAT THE FUCK!~!?~?!?!?~?!?!~

WHY the hell do i get this pharmacy pack prize?!

BABY WIPES?!?!?!?!?! what the hell m i gona use this for? wipe my bum?

Creatine monohydrate powder?! what the hell is it for?

There's a mint in the baf too.

The only thing in the bag that was interesting was a protein bar.

This is sooo embarrasing.

baby wipes....

geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssss................

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Here's wat my messy room look like:

And my kitchen:

Its a cozy place = )

While i'm here i just want to make a note of the number of hours i worked last week:

Monday 730 - 5pm

Tuesday 730 - 12am

Wed 800 - 3pm

Thursday 730 - 11pm

Friday 800 - 4pm

Saturday 830 - 630pm

Sunday 800 - 1130pm

That's 70 hours.

And my reg does longer hours than me.......