I noticed this sign this morning on the exerbike at the Workday gym, while doing my ersatz Eichorn sweet spot workout:
That just seems…woRng, somehow….
Of course, it my be my own ignorance; perhaps the machine might need assistance. But there’s a piece of my brain that is sure that what is meant here is “need attention“. As in, something is wrong with it.
This is probably one of those times where I’m just being silly and provincial – like all those times, in the last three days, when I’ve heard people giving presentations say “processEES” – when did “processes” start being pronounced with a long E? That sounds like an affectation…
Those three days – I’ve been in Pleasanton for a conference. I’m worn out. And my knee has been hurting enough that I’ve had to take at least one half of a pain pill every day – that helps to wear a fellow out. Which is probably why I’m so irritable; I’m just sitting here at a table in the concourse at Salt Lake International; you’d think I’d be fine. But my body is tired, and achy, and something happened to the flight schedule – the flight that I’ve always taken that left at 3 and arrived in Montana at 5 is not going from 3:48 to 5:37, so I’m going to be even later getting home.
And I didn’t sleep well last night – I went to the 6:30 AA meeting in Pleasanton, and got myself a HUGE mug of decaf – and I was 3/4s finished with it before I realized that they hadn’t actually bothered to make decaf in the decaf pot.
So I was up until 10:45.
I want to be home, on my couch, in my pajamas, with my sweetie girl beside me – a big glass of iced tea on the coffee table, and my puppy somewhere nearby.
I need assistance.