Yoga

My first day at the internship consisted of an orientation lecture, introductions to all the staff (not a single one of whom I could name now), a weird definition of my function, and a yoga class. Apparently at 3pm every day we all just do yoga. Now this is pretty sweet except for one key factor- I have nothing remotely appropriate to wear to a yoga class. My eventual outfit consisted of black tights under old soccer shorts and a nightgown top. Everyone else was wearing matching yellow shirts and sweatpants (as if simply standing naked here doesn’t induce sweating). My shirt was bright red. My boss also made me sit in the front which blew for three reasons:
1) I couldn’t understand the instructions bc they were in Thai
2) I couldn’t copy anyone in front of me bc there wasn’t anyone in front of me
3) All the people behind me could not only see my outfit, but my foolish maneuvers as I attempted to watch the instructor who was on a platform aboveme and do yoga at the same time.
Needless to say I didn’t get a very good workout but did do a lot of staring at the instructor. It took me a while to figure out what was odd about him and since everything else is coming in threes, there were also three weird physical traits
1) His adams apple was actually the size of an apple
2) His triceps were 5 times as large as his biceps which gave him a ‘poorly drawn cartoon’ look
3) His feet were one step away from being webbed a la Waterworld.
This leads me to the one source of enlightenment I got from this Yoga session, apparently I am a ruthlessly mean and superficial person.