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Nobody wants my selfies with Vally and Dukes but they’re gonna get them anyway
So fucking over supervisiors who makes over five times my income tell me that:
My apartment woes
My declining health
My car getting stolen
My low paycheck this week
My family issues
The fact that I’m sitting this semester out again
My debt
Are relatable when they make five times my income stfu. Most of y’all don’t even have a degree, you just got lucky.
Leave me alone and go live your comfortable life while me and mines wallow in depression just like many of your other assiociates.
You don’t really care that’s why you have a food pantry with sgins telling us not to take too much. That’s why benefits are trash but expensive. That’s why you make us donate to the pantry. That’s why there’s no overtime but you keep hiring people. You don’t care. So stop asking me what’s wrong just so you can share stories. Depression isn’t a hobby.
Shoulders & Cranberries
Whew! Well shoulder day was inspiring…at least to some one.. I never thought myself a weak individual; certainly not physically. I mean sure I’m skinny now but there was a time that I had a bit of muscle and a hard on for martial arts… at least the Steven Segal eat and flip gangsters onto buffet table kind.
Today however, I felt physically weak. I mean wow! Having a day designed ONLY to focus on shoulders seemed a bit, wasteful. Waste of time waste of money waste of energy. I’m gonna breeze through today’s work out.
W R O N G ! ! !
In the beginning: I warmed up of course as per my instructors demanding voice and flawless Asian physique: “You warm up, or you tear muscle.” this is his every day version of good morning. I’m cool with it, he’s all business and I like not having to converse about politics or the weekend, or real estate (I’m an agent) .. Work out, go home. Complete time-saving awesomeness in a 5′7″ 25 year old Asian guy who’s never had more than 3% body fat in his entire existence. Let’s Move!
So I warm up. It’s THE hash-tag for boring but I do it to appease my trainer and my ego. Yeah, my ego likes to warm up. Not to be confused w/ Eggo’s, which I would devour without uttering a single syllable in recompense.. NOM-NOM…
After the Hash-tag session, we start the systematic deconstruction of my ego.
The Workout - Shoulders
Standing Over head dumbbell press:
Set 1: 12-15 reps @ 10 lbs.
Set 2: 10-12 reps @ 12.5 lbs
Set 3: 6 reps @ 15 lbs
Rope to face pulls standing:
Set 1: 12-15 reps @ 20 lbs.
Set 2: 10-12 reps @ 25 lbs
Set 3: 8-10 reps @ 30 lbs
Standing Over-head barbell press:
Set 1: 12-15 reps @ 20 lbs.
Set 2: 10-12 reps @ 30 lbs
Set 3: 10-12 reps @ 30 lbs
Seated Over head dumbbell press w/ a twist:
Set 1: 12-15 reps @ 10 lbs.
Set 2: 10-12 reps @ 12.5 lbs
Set 3: 8-10 reps @ 12.5 lbs
Standing Shoulder Fly’s? (yes I made it up):
Set 1: 12-15 reps @ 10 lbs.
Set 2: 10-12 reps @ 12.5 lbs
Set 3: 6-8 reps @ 12.5 lbs
See? This shit is serious. That Asian is serious. I am the hash-tag for sore. There were sets that I could bury, like the overhead standing DB press and the overhead standing BB press and the rope pulls. Now the seated torture chair with a twist at the bottom….well i stopped every other rep like the ego-less sissy man boy that I am and pondered: “how did I get to be such a pussy?” …. and then: snapped back into reality by the broken word play that is my trainers English, I continued…
……then it happened: The Cranberries started playing in the gym. As I worked out my shoulders in what can be described as a form of self hatred I listened to The Cranberries and my eyes teared up as I realized: that’s it. I’ll never hear that band live again and I was sad. A piece of my life was spent listening to this band. Loving this band. They were fresh, original and lets face facts: She has/had the best Female Rock Voice ever. It pissed me off. So when that evil Asian Trainer of mine nagged to keep my form proper, I shot him a look of complete hatred and I pushed that fucking barbell through the ceiling and thought: “when I get home I’m gonna wake the world up with some Cranberries….and i might eat one, just one ego.”
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