Mac;2328488; said:
Mondays...blah
And the company ordered new brand of coffee. Might as well be dirty water
I make it a point to never touch coffee at work, most hotels, certain gas station chains and pretty much never at Starbucks.
Bought a small grinder a couple months ago, actually. I love the options I have now. My morning cup is well beyond what I was usually drinking.
I apologize in advance for the long winded post. But I have about 20-30 minutes to kill before my inventory orders begin to arrive.
I'm sitting at my desk right now. On BP, only the 3rd time I've ever had the opportunity to do this. So I'm just taking in the whole experience. Its like seeing BP through new eye's. Breath-taking. Allow me to recap Friday, as I did not follow up with that in a timely manner. (I was too damn busy enjoying a full weekend to myself)
I walked in... late. 37 minutes to be exact. IF I am ever late, its usually 1-2 minutes at most. I pride myself on punctuality. I'd also like too point out, in my entire gym career, I've missed ONE day of actual work. My grandfather's funeral this past June. I have a pretty bad-ass immune system apparently.
My GM (who isn't a GM, he's a glorified controller/accountant in charge of overall cash flow responsibility, which I usually do anyway. And technically in charge of "membership services" - although we have a website and customer service phone number that 99% of issues end up being resolved through) Anywho... he comes up to me about 2 minutes after I walk into the door. You ever have that boss who's afraid to approach you on sensitive topics? Or situations where you know he'll speak soft and essentially "bitch out" because you're better at his job then he is? However since his job title is just one notch above mine/yours, he HAS to say something -- very similar here.
Him: Heyyyy (no shit, he drug out the "hey")... everything ok?
Me: Yeah S (I'll use S to not type out his full name) You?
Him: Good, good. Noticed you're a bit late man... what's that all about?
Me: Ahhh, just some stuff this morning. Traffic, just HAD to get coffee. You know.
Him: (fake laugh) Oh yeah brother, I know what that's like (do you?)... but we really need your gym walks done by 9:30.
Me: I know, Its always the first thing I do in the morning. But I'm super swamped today (total lie)... maybe I can just cheat off yours just once? I know you're a pretty spot on kind of guy (another lie)
^ Knowing full well this man hasn't done a gym walk or inventory confirmation in well over the 16 months I've been in this position. He just copies mine later and makes his own subtle changes in case, god forbid, we ever have a corporate audit.
Him: Ohhh, yeah... You know I've been busy this morning, had to reset our spa servers (takes 60 seconds) and I'm with a group right now about memberships. (glance over at his desk - nobody there: he see's I'm looking and quickly changes course) They just left, gave them a tour and what not. Just finishing up their paperwork man. You know how it is... I got half way done and then had to stop.
Me: Right...Well let me get settled in and I'll get on it when I can.
Him: Awesome brother (I hate that <-- by the by) (awkward pause)... So everything else cool?
Me: Fine, Let me get my work done now.
So that was that. The treat for the day was around 1:30. A member comes up to my desk.
Mem: You the manager?
Me: Yes I am
Mem: You need to get check out that locker room. You got an old guy in there doing.... something.
Me: I'll.... check it out
Its a pretty large locker room. I won't lie. Plenty of space. Essentially if you change and dry off with your towel, you won't be shaking the unit of the man next too you. In otherwords, its pretty nice.
So I'm looking around... looking. Thinking to myself, what in the blue hell is this guy talking about? Then I 'round the corner to where the sink's are....
Picture, what can only be described as someone in the "volleyball ready" stance. An older, much older gentlemen... in his birthday suit. Standing directly in front of the hand drier, essentially giving his undercarriage
the premium hot air treatment.
There was very little I could do for a good 30 seconds or so other then go back around the corner, stand up against the wall and try not to laugh. Then do the thumb, pointer finger eye rub because you really have nothing of a similar situation to draw experience from. How the fuck do you walk up to this guy? On one hand I'm thinking... why would?? On the other hand I'm thinking that I have mad respect for this guy, and jealousy as well - because he's hit that "I don't give a fuck" stage of his life. This is how the conversation kind of went. After WhatAboutBob baby stepping up to this guy.
Me: Uhhh... sir. You are aware those are designed for your hands, right?
Him: I am using my hands
^ He was, I'll give him that
Me: I get that... but what I'm trying to say is, you're making some of the other members feel a bit, uncomfortable
Him: Really? I mean, we're amongst men!
Me: That's kind of the problem here, sir.
Him: (On something of a clint eastwood type rant) well they should just toughen up ...blah blah blah blah
Me: I understand that, lord knows to some extent I agree, but you're taking it a bit far. So maybe you could just do this when nobody is around or very early morning...? (reaching for a conclusion)
Him: Well I can only make it here around this time because that's the bus schedule for the *assisted living home* he's at.
Me: ... have you tried the dry sauna, sir?
Him: No I haven't
Me: May I suggest that, perhaps take a towel though.
Him: Yeah, I'll give that try.
^Walks to and then into the sauna, without said towel
I walk up to the front, washing my hands of the situation, in complete honesty, I don't give a shit. I go to 'S' (The GM)
Me: You're in charge of "membership services". We have an issue in the men's room, it's all yours, chief.
And then I get the most puzzled, eye-brow lifting look ever...
It's nearly 10:45. I've done as little as humanly possible today. I was thinking about appointing my front desk team lead as my replacement. Good kid, been with the company a couple years, he's in school and I know his mom is having a hard time financially. Kind of reminds me of when I was his age. I figure grooming him for the position this week would get him some head-start experience. So in passing I make the comment, "ever thought about taking a position like mine"... Him: "Hell no, that's too much of a pain in the ass".
- there goes the only hope this facility had of a decent replacement. Not my problem though. Maybe I could hand it over to one of my stupid ass personal trainers as something of a practical joke. Then when the budget and schedules are fucked in less then 3 months, they can re-assess just why anyone would ask for a raise.
I think R.L. carriers just showed up with my inventory. Let's get this shit show over with.
