Today was “health fair” day at work, complete with complimentary Gogurt, pedometers and flu shots for all in attendance. They also did some basic health tests to determine your “health age”, or how old your body is based on how healthy you are (or aren’t).
I have the body of a 12 year-old.
Interestingly, my wife also tells me I act like a 12 year-old. But now I have scientific justification for my behavior.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to gorge myself on sugar cereal and Laffy Taffy – Animaniacs is on.
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Just looked at my online reading habits and did a little data analyzing (because I’m SO into that) and found some interesting statistics:
- I subscribe to 228 RSS feeds
- I read 3,449 items from those feeds in the last 30 days
- That averages out to reading 114 items per day
- Assuming I get 8 hours of sleep a night (HA!) that equals a little over 7 posts per hour
- Or about one post every ten minutes I’m awake
And that’s just from Google Reader. It doesn’t include visiting individual sites or checking out links from Twitter and Facebook.
To some (OK, most) people, that’s probably one of the most horrific things they’ve ever read. So allow me to quell some of your disgust:
- “Read” is relative. When I say I “read” 114 items per day, please keep in mind that “read” is a bit of a misnomer; burning through current advertising and epic fails doesn’t require much time nor actual reading.
- It’s my job. Unlike everyone else who has to sneak around to be on Facebook/read websites at work, I get paid to do it. I’m responsible for keeping up on this stuff. And, yes, I have an awesome job.
It also leads me to believe that I probably need an iPad. Don’t you think so?
Also, what are your Google Reader stats? Is any one as sick…er…well read as I?
One of my coworkers is involved in the prank war to end all prank wars and asked for help in coming up with ideas (“It has to be mean but not cruel”). Here’s my contribution:
You come home from a movie, walk in, turn on the lights and Gary Coleman is sitting on your couch.
Handcuffed to, say, an end table.
Mr. Coleman hands you a note which informs you that in order to get the key to the handcuffs you must perform a number of humiliating tasks in public which will be recorded and uploaded to YouTube.
Until then, Gary Coleman stays on your couch. You’re responsible for providing him three meals a day, figuring out a way to get the end table into a bathroom, and keeping the remote control within arm’s length.
What do you think? How would you react if you came home to this scenario?
P.S. Who knows how much you’d have to pay Mr. Coleman to do this. However, if the price was right, I think I’d be willing to do it for someone. Let me know in the comments if you’re interested.
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Things are looking good on the job front. I got about a month of contract work copywriting and building sports apparel (see above pic). It’s a good place to work and I like the people. The commute is a bit of a killer, but if I got the job I’d probably end up moving so it’s fine for now.
I’ve also had couple other interviews and both places have wanted me to come back for second interviews. Boo-ya. There have also been some freelance work. Nice.
So yeah. That’s the word. Feeling happy and blessed.
Just in case you were wondering.
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Not sure who homeboy in the picture is, but he reflects my sentiments exactly – but with decidedly more hipster flair. And Asianness.
Had a job interview last week. They seemed like quality folk and while I’m not planning on vacationing with them anytime soon, I thought they were pretty cool cats and the interview went well. Today I got a rejection email saying things like, “The work can tend to be fairly repetitive,” and “May not pose enough of a challenge for someone with your experience.”
Bummer.
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