I've had some wack jobs. The library when I was 16. Little Caesar's Pizza at 17. Horrible!
So when I finally became personal trainer after many hours of classes and months of waiting to get certified, I thought I'd found my calling! Well, at least until I got the paycheck that made me go super saiyan on those busters!
It all started innocently enough. After 3 years of training clients I still wasn't making enough money. Mike, the general manager knew of my discontent and offered me to try out selling memberships with the sales team. With my knowledge of exercise and nutrition combined with my people friendly personality, we both thought I'd be able to make the money I needed by selling memberships while still being able to train a few select clients part time. I took him up on his offer.
All was going well until after a few months of being on a draw (I had to pay back my hourly wage from any commission I earned), I realized I had to push harder. So harder I pushed! I would walk the floor asking members for referrals, gave out gym passes with my name on it, and cold called for hours and hours setting up gym tours so I could convert visitors to members. I was on a roll!
After all my hardwork and selling more memberships than all my previous months, pay day arrived! I asked for my check from the general manager so I could deposit my hard earned commission on my lunch break. He handed me the check. Due to all the suspense of wanting to see how handsomely rewarded I'd be for selling so many memberships the previous month, I ripped open the check in front of the general manger. The check was for $412. Of course this was a mistake. So I went to Mike and said "Hey man, they made a mistake on my check." Mike looked at my check, laughed and said "Wow, feakin' Jose the janitor made more than you! Hahaha! That's no mistake, bro. Look at your draw." They subtracted my commission from the hourly wages plus the overtime they paid me making all of those extra calls.
I stormed out the gym. As I was driving to the bank, the heat of anger and frustration began to simmer. I began to physically sweat. The hours I spent on the phone. Giving tours. Working 50 hours a week plus and giving up some of my favorite personal training clients. To the gym, all that was worth $60 more than my car note was at the time. I deposited my check and drove around the city on the verge of tears I was so angry! I called this chick from the gym I was seeing and went to her house because I wasn't going back to the gym to finish my shift. Fuck them. They didn't deserve me or my time.
My cell phone began to blow up with calls from mangers and co-workers. I didn't answer. I left at lunch to cash my check. It was now 2 pm and I was scheduled to work til 9. My very cute fitness friend and I sat on her couch (still in my gym uniform), ate protein pies, and watched marathon eposides of Three's Company until I left around 11 pm. Jack Tripper and some cute perky company was all I needed to feel better.
I showed up the next day as if nothing had happened. Of course I got written up. Mike and I laughed about the situation. I informed him I'm going back to training full time so it could give me the flexibility to study for my real estate license. He granted me my wish and a few months later, I passed my California Real Estate Salesperson test. A few months after that, I left the gym for good. Although health and fitness is still an important part of my life, I never looked back!
On to the review! My cousin Ryan, survivor of the Dim Mak, got these for me on a trip to World Market. I don't drink beer, but the only beer I drink is Guinness so I was excited to try these. Upon first bite, there's a subtle bitter almost chocolate-like flavor. Not bad, I can see where they were trying to go with these as Guinness has similar bitter notes. I try a few more. The bitterness builds to the point where I don't even finish the bag. Not a very good chip. Had they downplayed the bitterness, they may not have been so bad. 2 outta 5 on the chip mack scale.
So when I finally became personal trainer after many hours of classes and months of waiting to get certified, I thought I'd found my calling! Well, at least until I got the paycheck that made me go super saiyan on those busters!
It all started innocently enough. After 3 years of training clients I still wasn't making enough money. Mike, the general manager knew of my discontent and offered me to try out selling memberships with the sales team. With my knowledge of exercise and nutrition combined with my people friendly personality, we both thought I'd be able to make the money I needed by selling memberships while still being able to train a few select clients part time. I took him up on his offer.
All was going well until after a few months of being on a draw (I had to pay back my hourly wage from any commission I earned), I realized I had to push harder. So harder I pushed! I would walk the floor asking members for referrals, gave out gym passes with my name on it, and cold called for hours and hours setting up gym tours so I could convert visitors to members. I was on a roll!
After all my hardwork and selling more memberships than all my previous months, pay day arrived! I asked for my check from the general manager so I could deposit my hard earned commission on my lunch break. He handed me the check. Due to all the suspense of wanting to see how handsomely rewarded I'd be for selling so many memberships the previous month, I ripped open the check in front of the general manger. The check was for $412. Of course this was a mistake. So I went to Mike and said "Hey man, they made a mistake on my check." Mike looked at my check, laughed and said "Wow, feakin' Jose the janitor made more than you! Hahaha! That's no mistake, bro. Look at your draw." They subtracted my commission from the hourly wages plus the overtime they paid me making all of those extra calls.
I stormed out the gym. As I was driving to the bank, the heat of anger and frustration began to simmer. I began to physically sweat. The hours I spent on the phone. Giving tours. Working 50 hours a week plus and giving up some of my favorite personal training clients. To the gym, all that was worth $60 more than my car note was at the time. I deposited my check and drove around the city on the verge of tears I was so angry! I called this chick from the gym I was seeing and went to her house because I wasn't going back to the gym to finish my shift. Fuck them. They didn't deserve me or my time.
My cell phone began to blow up with calls from mangers and co-workers. I didn't answer. I left at lunch to cash my check. It was now 2 pm and I was scheduled to work til 9. My very cute fitness friend and I sat on her couch (still in my gym uniform), ate protein pies, and watched marathon eposides of Three's Company until I left around 11 pm. Jack Tripper and some cute perky company was all I needed to feel better.
I showed up the next day as if nothing had happened. Of course I got written up. Mike and I laughed about the situation. I informed him I'm going back to training full time so it could give me the flexibility to study for my real estate license. He granted me my wish and a few months later, I passed my California Real Estate Salesperson test. A few months after that, I left the gym for good. Although health and fitness is still an important part of my life, I never looked back!
On to the review! My cousin Ryan, survivor of the Dim Mak, got these for me on a trip to World Market. I don't drink beer, but the only beer I drink is Guinness so I was excited to try these. Upon first bite, there's a subtle bitter almost chocolate-like flavor. Not bad, I can see where they were trying to go with these as Guinness has similar bitter notes. I try a few more. The bitterness builds to the point where I don't even finish the bag. Not a very good chip. Had they downplayed the bitterness, they may not have been so bad. 2 outta 5 on the chip mack scale.
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