Gym Woes

So, the Americans continue their workout to soccer perfection regime. While we were there a few days ago, a fantail (a bird) was outside the windows in front of us. Kelley had introduced these birds to me on a walk through the botanical gardens. Evidently, these birds like to follow around people because of the bugs they kick up as they walk. They are extraordinarily friendly birds who flutter around you, much in the style usually assigned to butterflies. I am a bit creeped out by these birds, as they do have pointy beaks (all the better to pluck out my eyes), but they are nice and cute. Their tails are awesome, please view the included link. Remember, however, you easily distracted reader (and for shame) that here we are in the gym with open windows in front of us. I would also like to inform those of you who aren't familiar, New Zealanders don't have window screens. Here's a friendly little bird looking in from and open window. I kept freaking out, naturally, that the poor little thing would innocently come in and be battered by various cross trainers and treadmills with their moving parts and their running feet. Naturally, the bird was a lot smarter than I gave it credit for, fluttered around the window appreciating the attention it was getting and went on its way.

Today, my freak out was caused by the incompetent worker at Unipol. She insisted on cleaning the windows that are directly in front of and only about a foot away from the machines. Keep in mind that we go at one of the busiest times of day. She closed all the windows and started spraying them with cleaner. Did you not consider that I maybe relying quite heavily on air at this present moment?? I was just a second from fake-choking on cleanser when she re-opened the windows. She is the same precious worker who stood directly in front of Kelley's machine, so that if Kelley hadn't stopped moving the machine would have taken out the worker's knee. She was also the same worker who saw a friend in the room and went up and began talking to the poor wheezing friend for twenty minutes. Does this look like social hour to you? I hate that girl and girls like her. Sobering fact? She still got a job more easily than Kelley and me. Jerk. I hate school visas.