training

I don't remember a lot about the training, I do know it was quick. Two hours one day, two hours another day, then I was thrown in. It wasn't too bad, the only problem I had, was getting up at 3am. It was stressed to me, don't leave the people waiting outside. I guess when people want to work out, they want to do it, and get it done for they have jobs. I guess in the past, the guy wouldn't show, and the owner would have to come in and open. If you have a family, and you need your sleep, you don't want to get up at 5am. Especially if you have kids, and they have probably kept you up, or woke you up in the past. I think I was even told to set two alarms at one point. I am not one to sit around and do nothing, although I was told I sort of could. I would clean, I would check the spray bottles and paper towels when I could. I vacuumed when the floor needed it

orientation

I arrived to the gym in Malta, NY at the end of July. I was a shoe-in, due to the senior member of the family was the bass player friend of mine. According to my friend, his Son A.(as I'll call him for now) wanted to hire someone else, seeing as I had no resume, and my friend ,(owner/bass player) F.(we'll call him for now), sort of strong-armed him. "I want you to give this guy a shot" were his words on the phone to me after getting hired. I was given a quick tour, and a key, I was told to come in for a two-hour training session. I should have known that something was wrong from the start, when the person who said to show up, didn't show up. I met the manager at the time M.(we'll call him), and he said it was his fault, that I was an hour early...I was hooked, because I'm not used to management admitting fault, I liked the guy.

The Beginning....

Once upon a time there was a family, maybe a bit dysfunctional as families are concerned, yet they decided to go into business together. I guess you'd have to be dysfunctional, to know it's a bad idea and then to go ahead with it. They bought some equipment, and expanded, and then the shit hit the fan. Here's my accounting of it, from an insiders perspective. I'm also a budding comedy/movie writer, so I get to practice my writing. I joined a band in 2010, as I am a musician as well. The bass player also said he owned a gym, and I needed some money coming in, as I was having a crisis. I walked into another crisis. I noticed there was a ton of drama in a health club, I joked around with one of the trainers about it one day. and came up with the title "As The Treadmill Turns"