Which means, obviously, we’re having pull-up contests on the sides of the cubicles. I interrupted a serious meeting to see if Lena, the yoga master, could do one, and of course she could.
Pull ups are hard. They just remind me of that President fitness testing in elementary and middle school. No matter how fervently you told the PE teacher, “I can’t do a pull up!!!” They would always make you “try.”
Then they’d mark something down on a clipboard. Acting like it wasn’t a zero. Like it was an “A” for effort, or 1/3, meaning you did a third of a pull up. But we all know it was a zero.
I have never, ever been able to do a pull up. Today was no exception. My boss called me a marshmallow, which I think, warrants a half-day…don’t you.
Have a fab freaking weekend. I’ll be attempting to do wedding flowers for a beautiful Romanian girl. Spray painting Gerber Daisies lime green and teal…don’t ask, just wish me luck.
Alison the Marshmallow