Apologies

Over the passed couple months I've gotten alot of commentary on a posting from a couple months back.

The post in question was about my morbidly obese colleague, Sven that I put on blast.


Yesterday I had to work and had one of the worst days ever, even worser than the times Sven and I work the same shifts. Yes, worser...much worser.

It all began the night before. I was in Den Bosch for Game 6 of the Dutch Basketball League championship. Having coached a couple players that now play for the club's U20 team and share a house with other players, I decided to just crash there for the night.

The next morning I received a call from my tempe agency letting me know that I not only had to work, but that I'd be starting at noon- a new shift time.

I don't know bout you, but if you wake me up talking serious matters, or anything really, I won't process it as sharply. Anyhow, I still got up then, quickly washed my face, brushed the pearlie off-whites and headed out the door. Now Den Bosch aint but a 30 minute train ride from my small town, but by time I got home it was already 10:50.

I still had to prepare a lunch-kit, change and whatever. Turned the shower on, but as I was heading back into the bathroom something else caught my attention. Something that could either make or break my day.

Yes, I had to coocoo.

I paused for a moment however, should I coocoo now or wait till I reach the workplace, will I reach with time remaining that I could peacefully coocoo without rushing and possibly drop a lung.

One dilemma, but I opted to coocoo, because 1: If I arrived late I'd have to get on the floor immediately and 2: U'n goin kill me pannuh full stop

Why I mention Sven? Gimme a chance lemme tell my story boss.

So after coocoo'rin/coocoo'yin...however you wanna say it... I thought about changing, but it was already passed the meeting time, so I left home IN THE SAME SHIRT I SLEPT IN.

When one has to go on with their day without going through their routine beforehand, one becomes self-conscious and none moreso than yours truly.

So I'm at work now, feeling a bit under the weather. That whole 30 degrees to 10 degrees day switchero really mess me up. So I working slowly, but it getting hot and man feeling moist, not sweating, but that fever moisture feeling.
It was then that I took a sniff, a sniff of dear ol' Sven. So I looked around, but Sven was nowhere to be seen. Don't tell me it's me smelling so. Oh crud!

Your boy was reeking, to the point that I have to hit that arm pit-napkin washed down during one of the breaks. Thank God I had deodorant to counter that, but still, even if only for a couple hours I reeked like Sven.

Therefore I'd like to apologize here on these internets to good ol' Sven.

Wait, hold on...Sven was still stink. Maybe he watches Game 6's all the time too, who knows.


Moral of the story...always walk with deodorant