I got a job again. Still research. Still same university. Still same goofy people. Just a different lab.
I’m also biking into work again. Which means only one thing… my sit bones are sore. Really sore. I might be wishing for a thunderstorm to roll through so I can ask Alex to drive me, kind of sore.
Alex is busy this week, which means that I’m on my own for transportation to work. I’m an adult, which means I can totally figure this out.
I could take the car. But I’d either have to pay for parking, or park so far away I might as well just keep the car at home. I could ask for a ride, but the people that I feel comfortable enough asking would have to go out of their way to come get me… doesn’t seem fair. I could always dust off my bike. Except for the fact that the Dr told me to not bike on busy streets. And I am starting to get more and more stiff/sore/ache-y going to/from a sitting position.
So I pretty much left myself with the option of walking. Which is good for a preggo lady (and people in general). Living close to work has its perks.
Although I did discover that even with it being in the 60’s I’ll need to start bringing a second shirt to change into at work… whoops.
This gave me a quick giggle today.
This is what I do on a Friday at work while the boss is at a conference and I’m waiting on my coworker to get in.
Knitting and the Geek & Sundry twitch channel. All other Fridays suck.