It's been a difficult task to keep my status as a gymrat since I picked up my "40-hour week" job. I've had to sacrifice some time to rest rather than head over to the gym for some exercise. The other day, I had to think twice about lifting because I was working in the beer department later on that day. There is a lot of heavy lifting when I work there since most of the time is dedicated to stocking and rearranging and receiving cases. You become very creative when you have to store 100 cases of beer in different areas of the store. My inner-architect flourished. It is fun for me though because it is a break from the cheese department. Just don't ask me too much about beer yet. I am still doing my research on the various nuances of the flavors and bouquets. Hic.

BUT I have made it to the gym often enough to stay in some sort of shape. At least some sort of shape that has led to some flirtatious moments in the beer section. When I work in the beer department, I tend to wear my street clothes and an apron tied tightly around my waist accentuating my broad shoulders. Well, the boys have been very friendly; both the boy staff and the boy customers. AND even some of the ladies have been "touchy feelie". Maybe I need to keep this workout routine. Later.
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