So I’m in the office today and my co-worker Jalene does her cruise-director best and points me to a tray of small brownies on the counter by the printer. I grab one, and I say “Okay, now I’ve got to make sure I go to the gym.”
She and Tonya laughed.
But I meant it. I had a 4:00-5:00 meeting, and that took me to the edge of the window where I decide to hit the gym (the session was across town, and I wouldn’t get there until 5:20 or so, 5:30 if I was running a little late). No shirking, though. I had eaten a brownie, so I had to go. And go I did.