|Oh well, it's kinda a bad pain day, but this cracks me up
||[Jun. 11th, 2008|07:34 am]
I have this massager for when my leg and back muscles decide to stop working. It packs serious power. It turns out my best friend dove has it too. People always give us crap about it and say stuff like, "Yeah, for your BACK snicker snicker. Like the liquid boyfriend in the shower?"
If you'd ever used this thing you'd find out really quick that trying to use it for elicit purposes would be like a punch to the c**t. Seriously. It's packing a kick. I got the giggles picturing people trying. They should include a disclaimer. I'm pretty sure people have been injured. I know maybe it shouldn't make me laugh, but it's making my morning thinking about how you'd explain that injury.
Today at the doctor I'm getting the "Swedish Mouse" test. It's this new medical device that does something to measure your spine that has nothing to do with rodents, but I hope they give me cheese after the test if I'm a good mousey. I've been assured it is nothing like the medieval torture of the "nerve test" that the neurologist gave me where they stick pins into my muscles, shocked the crap out of me, and then yelled at me for not holding still while they shocked me. I turned to them and said, "We've just sucked out 2 years of your life. How do you feel?" Ok, maybe I didn't. I'll let ya know how it goes.
In other news, I'm a chicken now in the daily build scrum. Yes, the big one where we
fightcooperatively decide based on logic about which components and product versions go into the 12 huge builds and what we are going to do if we had the epic failure yesterday. I'm ramping up to become a pig when my boss goes on vacation. For now I can't talk in them. I must learn, young jedi master. Therefore I am late because I have a meeting to chicken in. I shall click-it, and hopefully get no ticket. I wonder how unprofessional it is to attend the meeting via bluetooth headset in my car. If I knew how to work mute on my phone, I'd try it.