So, I get to work with some interesting people. Most of them are strong evidence in the case against natural selection. Frankly if such a thing existed, most of them wouldn’t have survived beyond their teens. One of my favorites, and a shining example of all things wonderful about my workplace, is a spunky gal who goes by the self-ascribed nickname of Bootsy*.
She stole my heart when she threw a party a couple years ago. The party flier was a thing of beauty. It featured sexy glamour shots of the host and asked attendees to bring “donations”. The donations part is funny because this wasn’t a fundraiser. Well, it wasn’t a fundraiser for anything other than Bootsy. I can’t really express how awesome this flier was. I should have scanned it and started a web site devoted to this flier. I should have gotten it airbrushed onto a license plate for the car I don’t own and gotten it tattooed on my ass. It was that good.
I’m writing about Bootsy today because one of my favorite quotes from her is the following:
“Oh, I am a personal trainer. I do it out of my house.”
Now, I guess I should mention that Bootsy is a good 20 pounds over weight. And not 20 pounds over some crazy bullshit ideal of a rail-thin woman. She’s 20 pounds over what a healthy person of her age should probably weigh. Also, as a personal trainer, she makes some interesting food choices. Today, I watched her make a tuna salad (I could smell the spackle of mayonnaise) sandwich on Wonderbread. This thing was piled high with arterie clogging goodness. I guess that wouldn’t have been so bad, but 20 minutes later when I went back into the lunch room she was preparing another vile sandwich.
Bootsy, my hat is off to you, your flier and your misguided thoughts on health and nutrition.
*I changed this just a bit for obvious reasons, and because I’m not 100% sure what the actual nickname is.