Coming in to work on Sunday is more fun when you ride a scooter to your desk.
My dad, who is clearly in some sort of late mid-life crisis, just bought a red corvette convertible. My early mid-life crisis purchase...OK, well it has red accents. And it IS convertible, from a certain point of view.
Realizing that riding it around in my living room was not suitable preparation for a rush-hour commute to work, I took advantage of having some work stuff to get done today and rode the thing into the office. What I have learned:
- Little hills rock. Not ready for big ones yet.
- It's more of a workout than it looks like. With one leg pushing, the other balancing your body weight, and—well, I don't know EXACTLY why my arms started to burn a little bit, but there you go.
- On the list of things I have to do this week, not many things will be more fun than zipping through the empty halls of our building.
- Doing all of our scene and character changes from two stationary chairs.
- Drawing a slip of paper with status (from 1-10) on it before entering a scene.
- Starts building trust.
- Give me a sense of their vibe.
- Makes it really, really fun.