I Might Need a Telethon

So this skinny little blonde I work with has decided that she doesn’t like me anymore.  I know this is true, despite her protestations, because she came up with this “wonderful idea” and wanted to include me.  I work on the 4^th floor of an office building, and she decided that we should walk the stairs during the day, from the 1^st floor up to the roof, back down to 1 and then to our floor.  Just so you don’t have to tax your brain, I’ll tell you that is ten flights of stairs – 200 steps.  She has decided that we should do it EVERY HOUR.  Yes, in answer to your unasked question, she may be insane.  I’m going to contact her mother about it. 

So we did it once today at 11:00.  I took my cell phone in case I needed to call 911.  My legs are still wobbly.  She was ready to go again at 3:00.  I told her there wasn’t a chance in hell that was happening.  For God’s sake, I’m 40 on Wednesday.  You’d think she had more respect for the elderly, or the Queen, or something. 

Wasn’t it nice of her to include me?  I’m definitely calling her mother.

PS – I’m sure I won’t be able to write tonight because I’ll be having my legs amputated.