Midnight Oil (Early)

Tonight is one of the nights we meet with Bennie Goode. He's a prince of a fellow. Real nice. Which is fortuitous because he is also the guy who reaches over and increases either the speed or the incline on the treadmill. And he's the guy who tells us, "If the weights make any noise when they come down, that one didn't count. You've got to do it again."
 
A certain amount of discretion is in order here. Bennie is continually placing highly in area body-building expositions. I've borrowed a phrase I use often at home ("Yes, dear.") and adapted it to the gym when working with Bennie ("Yes, Sir.") It seems to work. I always get my way, as long as it agrees with his.
 
After our workout, I celebrated my survival by returning to my work-in. I came back to format documents. Don't pity me. Well, just a little. (Okay. That's enough.) I opened an e-mail and found that my misery was replete with company. A counterpart in the customer organization was putting in some extra hours as well. We exchanged e-mails and finally even spoke on the phone. You'll be pleased to know that the woes of the world are solved. Hypothetically. Actually, that's only true if the world can be encapsulated within the project we're working on. There, we really are making some headway.
 
One thing we both agreed upon in our call. It is time to go home.