Tradition says that you treat your colleagues to coffee and cake on your birthday. Since my birthday was on my day off, I did it today. I walked to the Multi-Vlaai shop on Linneausstraat and bought two 'vlaaien', a typical sort of cake/pie from the province of Limburg; one was an apple/nuts vlaai, the other a chocolate brownie vlaai. Both are excellent cause for a heart attack via a diabetic coma. In short, they were delicious!
From Multi-vlaai I walked to Muiderpoort Station and took the bus to work. When I walked in, my way was barred by the new gate system. They switched it on yesterday. My hands were full of vlaaiboxes, my keys are on my belt on the left-hand side, the key reader is on the right-hand side, the key has to be put flat on the reader otherwise it doesn't work… I stood there juggling the boxes, the keys, trying to switch hands and getting through a gate that's too narrow since the wider gate wouldn't open to my key… I was ready to either go home again or take an axe and rip the gates out of the ground. Somebody else took my key and opened the gate for me. I now have to admit the gate system is ultra-secure: you can't even get in when you have a key!
The rest of the day I spent making nice little forms in PDF that you can fill in to request entrance permission for people who have to go through the gate but who don't have a key. Why not just give them an axe? It would work better and faster.
After work I walked the length of Kruislaan to the Weespertrekvaart. I walked through the tunnel under Gooiseweg . . .
. . . and along the Weespertrekvaart to Amstel Station.
Along the Amstel I saw a grafitti which I presume is about Microsoft.
The Amstel was quiet; not many skiffs to be seen.
One of the houseboats has a chicken run. Maybe this will give Vincent ideas for his bird cage.
Sometimes you see things advertised and you wonder what they're advertising.
I walked the length of Weesperzijde and turned right at Mauritskade, past the Hogeschool van Amsterdam and into van Musschenbroekstraat. Here is the Wibaut sports hall where the University Sports Centre has a fitness gym.
I joined the USC; € 90 for three months. It's cheaper to do it by the year, but I have to see the orthopedic surgeon in two months and I don't know what he's going to do to me. If they amputate everything under my moustache there's not much use in having a year card. I don't need a gym to blink my eyes… One blink for 'yes', two blinks for 'no'.
I had an intake interview with the trainer whom I told about the physical problems I have. He made note of them in his computer and we made an appointment for Monday evening 19:00. He'll show me how the machines work and set up a workout plan for me.
He said it would probably be a combination of aerobic exercise (get the heart rate up) to burn calories and upper-body muscle building to make sure I burn fat and not muscle. This combination should not be too much of a burden on my hips, knees and feet. It will also make me look like the Terminator. Yeah, right. I'll be back… Monday 19:00.
When I walked out of the USC I saw these rainbow coloured hallways in the street across from the gym.
I had dinner in the ThaiCoon, where I hadn't been in a few weeks. I ate half of the meal and took the other half home for tomorrow's dinner.