Hell, without wheels

Friday, May 16, 2008

I think that my being in Europe officially keeps me out of the Wii competition over at Three Kid Circus, but I’ve actually got a (short) story, so I might as well share it, right?

I was probably 19 or 20 when I landed a really neat job. I was to be the danish customer service for an online music/movie store. The job was pretty straight forward, but still a lot of responsibility. It also happened to be 2 hours commute each way, so to say that I was tired the 6 months that I worked there would probably be an understatement.

I also managed to get my then boyfriend a job at the same company, so most days we would work at the same six people table. We were a little group of customer service and part time staffers in a big office - as hard as life was during that time, it was also a lot of fun - and a lot of stress. ( a LOT!)

Some time before I started the new job I had bought an Orbitrek. I was tired of being tired all the time, I was tired of being fat and most of all, I think, I was tired of being depressed. The Orbitrek came in and did exactly what any other exercise equipment have done before and after the Orbitrek - which is to say, not a whole lot.

I guess, to say that I didn’t do the Orbitrek a whole lot would be more accurate, actually.

Because there were a couple of us new people at work, meetings were had to get us up to date on the company - I remember one meeting my supervisor made fun of all the junk customers of the mother company were buying - specifically, she was making fun of the Orbitrek.

I could feel myself turning beetroot red, sinking ever so low into my chair. Did she.. know? I decided that the best course of action would be to play along and hope to god that no one ever felt like looking up my name, because right there next to it would be a note that says THIS PERSON, HAHA, SHE ACTUALLY HAS AN, AND GET THIS, HAHA.. AN.. AN.. HAHAHA.. AN ORBITREK!

To this day I still don’t know whether anyone knew or not, and to be quite frank, I would be so much happier never knowing.

So there, there you have it. It doesn’t quite have the iGallop beat, but it was still awkward aplenty.