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i hate watching really skinny people work out. i have to keep resisting the urge to grab them and snap them like a twig. i also have to resist bitch slapping them when they weigh themselves.

i hate the sound guys make when they think they're being all hard core with their workout by adding too much weight and by grunting like a bear in heat.

i also hate assyrians that stare at me while i'm on my hands and knees scrubbing tile grout while they gawk in their shirtless, yet carpeted backs.

though on the bright side, it was assumed that i was something other than mexican. unfortunately everyone thinks the race i was mistaken for is even dirtier than mexicans. awesome. is it because i clean a gym? i'm seriously considering tatooing my ethnicites on my forehead. "excuse me ma'am, but what's your race?" "oh, just read my forehead. here, i'll stand still for a couple of seconds..." assholes.

i will finally have a cell phone tomorrow, but what i'm most excited about is the change in my schedule that will give me saturdays off, meaning i can finally have fun friday nights (as opposed to going in at 6 in the morning).

note of observation: more guys using the tanning beds/hex more than chicks.

second note of observation: people smile at me when i'm behind the front desk, not when i clean.

and thus ended another day at work.