Doctor Day

So I saw both doctors today.
Foot Doctor: I can try running a bit on the treadmill. 1km run, then 0.5km walk. Do that for six km, or stop if I feel any pain. I’m going off to try that now. He also gave approval to the new runners I bought awhile ago, and I can use them instead of sandals.
Family Doctor: I am alive.
It was really a get-to-know-you meeting. I made an appointment for a checkup in a month. It will be right before my trip to Winnipeg.
At work I found out where my office is when we move to the west end of Edmonton. We will now have offices instead of cubicles. No more collaborating over the walls. (Although collaboration was often about non-work related topics.) I also get to have a window. Unfortunately it doesn’t open so I can’t throw waterbombs at passersby. I also don’t have enough room for a decent putting green.
In my current cubicle I have an executive golf putter that I’ve set up. I’m also running a pool. Pay a quarter and then take a shot from a really far distance away. If you sink it in the wooden hole, you get half the pot. It’s been a good game because the floor is uneven and you have to do some weird things to get it in. A difficult lie.
But with summer here the floor must have shifted. Old tactics don’t work anymore. So the pot has grown. Before, it never got above $13 before someone won. Today it was up to $29 before Keith finally sunk it and walked away with $14.50. A week ago I watched Kevan pay $5 for twenty shots and he didn’t make one.
I’m making my co-workers gambling addicts.