It has been a strange and deranged kind of day with me starting the day off on such a crazy caffeine-high to ending in on such a low note, on the break of almost tears.
I was on the radio today, though I'm not really supposed to say I was because my friend broke "company policy rules" to get me on his show. I wasn't allowed to swear on the radio nor do I really swear I'm but I did say "ass"... which I vouch could be simply a donkey or a more modern word for a body part we all have, well some more than others. I yelled out "I'll hulk smash your ass" in my silly Hulk impersonation and one of the sound check guys called me on it and accompanied his waving finger with deep frowning eyebrows.
By mid day, the start of Hulk's work hours, I found myself on an extreme caffeine high when who should come walking into the club but a "difficult" member who continually thinks his age means he doesn't have to follow the rules regarding membership fees like the rest do. I had just downed a double espresso and was about to train when he came in. Instantly I was all giddy, like it was fight day or something. I was totally ready for a good verbal fight with him too. No way was I going to let him come in here again and call the shots. He may have gotten away with that the first time because he's Korean, this is Korea and his age in this culture gives him power but I'm not Korean. This is my boxing club and inside it this is like the united nations of Cheonan -- different cultures and different people are respected but all are treated the same. Anyways, he sat down beside Snickers and I wiggled around the juice bar trying to act as calm and as cool as a girl with ants in her pants which meant I wasn't very calm or cool. "Go do your 2km warm-up run" Snickers told me. He thought a warm-up run would buy him time to confront this particular member but little did he know that that overdose of caffeine I had downed was like pure rocket fuel; I flew! Did 2.03kms in 8:32 -- that's a pacing of 4:12mins/km -- and was back at the front, ready to confront that member. Nothing became of it till after his training and by then my caffeine fix had worn off and I went from being super giddy and hyper to being down right ticked off and angry because of the gruelling padwork Snickers did with me. By then I didn't have the patience to even mustard up any kind of nice manner so I told Snickers to say something now or risk me being straight up and brutally honest. And so he did. Now to see if that member ever returns to pay the full price he agreed to.
Officially decided to throw a New Year's Eve party -- a Wine Party. My main sponsor is coming, two of my favourite female Hulkies are attending, and one of my other Hulkies was so excited to hear that we're throwing another Wine Party that he said he would buy me 10 bottles of wine. I think he was just trying to pump me up about it, I don't think he will buy so much wine, but I absolutely loved all his contagious enthusiasm about the event.
A friend's father died to cancer today and it's like I, being one to have lost a loved one to cancer, was expected to know what to say to him. I still don't even know what to say to myself regarding my mom's death. How about "it sucks" because that's true. I felt terrible for our friend, I wanted to cry, but I think it's because it resurfaced memories of my own mother's death that made it so rough. His father had been sick for awhile but then appeared to be doing so much better. My mother went through the exact same thing and I remember her lowest point was the last time Snickers saw her. He then had to return to Korea to get back to Hulk's. Tonight, Snickers left the club early to go help our friend at the funeral home and I stayed to manage the club by myself.
It snowed again, just as 4am rolled around and I was going to bed. It snowed, as if Mother Nature was reminding me not to get too comfortable with this past week's plus temperatures.
One of the pups peed on my bed, nice. Dirty Face Balboa Button has a bit of an anger management problem and apparently didn't like the fact that he accidentally got stuck in the bedroom when the door closed and I went to go clean up. Cleaned up the club to only then have to clean up the bedroom and freeze the night away with sleeping under just a light blanket. Thanks Balboa... minus cool points for you today. Extra cool points given to Pac and Pyen Chi though, for trying to make up for Balboa's naughtiness. Pac slept on my chest and Pyen Chi curled up right against me so I was warm (and squished...but warm).
Today started at 7am and ended at exactly 4:43am.
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