I wish the madness was the fact that my lunch and dinner were strikingly similar…
Or that I had a seriously awesome massage today.
Or this Clif bar.
Or that I’m about to leave to teach a spin class INDOORS when it’s honestly June-like outside (good thing I love kicking butts into shape regardless).
It’s that I was reported today to the campus police for a parking violation that is pretty much out of the realm of things I’d fathom doing in my rav 4. Not to mention out of question since I have a parking pass.
Being called during class and told you’re being towed and that you drove over a soccer field and up a hill (see below) that I think is impossible to get up without a hummer will shake you up a bit. As will finding two parking tickets for things you didn’t do (I should pay A ticket for not exiting after swim and re-entering, but I will not just pay one of the ones I got since they say I drove AROUND a gate (which was open) and that I drove through landscaping and up a hill to get to the parking spot I have parked in all semester). We enter the building at 6am and luckily I swiped my card today when I got to swim. I am not arrested and my car isn’t towed, but I was off all day for it. Oh well. It gave the Gazette office some laughs when the other editors had to comfort me over the phone. “Cheryl’s on a hill…” It’s not a story I can really describe…just a bit ABSURD. RIDICULOUS also comes to mind. I’m not that lazy or that CRAZY to drive up a hill covered with trees.
I’m done ranting. I think I bawled to about 6 people over this today. Thanks for the hugs folks!
I’m off to the gym now–hoping for a mic that works and some eager spinners to make for a fun class.