The Sober Husband has taken a new job, which is a good thing. He needed a change and some new challenges, and his old company was sadly declining. Once that job had been a dream job, a job that fit him like a custom-made leather glove, and then it turned into a depressing set of hassles and annoyances.
Overall he's much perkier and happier, but no job comes without its hassles. At this job, the employees all work out together a couple of times a week. The Sober Husband despises organized exercise and complained to me, "They didn't tell me during the interviews that I was going to have to go to a gym!" On the days the office works out, he complains, "I have PE class today", rolling his eyes.
Today he had trouble finding the shorts he wanted to take "for PE class" in time for me to drive him to the train station, and that probably contributed to him not paying attention to which T-shirt he randomly pulled out of his drawer. It wasn't until it was too late that he realized he was working out in one of his weird Burning Man era T-shirts, a relic of the days when we were cutting-edge urban hipsters. This particular T-shirt blares, in huge block capitals, "SUBJUGATE THE GENETICALLY INFERIOR." As I was laughing heartily at his expense that evening, he reminded me that the gym his office goes to is part of a Jewish community center.
i'm sure they just thought he was being "ironic" in that hipster/geek way.
He doesn't look at all like a hipster, though. The shirt itself is 15 years old (the SH and I are getting old, sigh).
What he does look like is Jewish, so that might take the edge off it. Once, a very long time ago when we were in a parent cooperative preschool, he changed out of that shirt before going to the preschool so as not to offend anyone, and I asked some of my friends over there to assess its offensiveness. The universal response was that it would be offensive on someone else but not on my skinny, Jewish husband. But then again those people liked me & my husband, and the folks down at the JCC in Silicon Valley don't know him.
Another story from his "PE classes": his boss was spotting him benchpressing. The SH says he was using a shamefully low weight and only did a few reps, and his boss (the CTO) was trying to encourage him to do more, saying things like "You can do it!" and "Make it hurt!" Ha ha, my poor non-weightlifting husband.
It's extra funny because in some ways, the SH is a natural athlete. He's extremely graceful and natural at doing hard physical things. He does construction kind of jobs so easily. But he just doesn't like sports (he does love hiking) or working out, which he views as unnatural.
I just had the most politically incorrect sporfle over your post. HAHAHAHAHAHA!
I'm trying to get over the prejudice I was raised with against all things German and almost bought Keith some German beer last week. I couldn't do it, though, when I saw that the package proclaimed it was made in accordance with strict German purity laws.
Ouch, although I know the beer label was referring to the strong alcohol quality laws, it's still painful wording. No need to make yourself buy German beer, IMHO, when there are such fabulous American beers, like Dogfish Head (has Keith had the 90 Minute IPA yet?), St. Stan's, Anchor Steam, etc., etc..
Keith likes dark beers. His favorite is Black Toad, which I bought using the animal names heuristic.
Do we have a replacement name for Doggy-o ?
Good point, Silliyak. I will have to think of a good euphemism.
The company itself is not thrilled with its current name, which it keeps saying it is going to change, but yet it doesn't seem to settle on a new name. It's a made-up word for a name, sort of like "pictures", but also sort of like "pizzazz."
p.s. Come to think of it, maybe I will call it "Pizzazz."
It's way too late for this, but one can always wear one's tee shirt inside out. --Anais
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