Google...which is sort of like working 9-5...but with a smaller check and much more sweat. All of this to say...I took a part time job. So, yes weird Anonymous Commenter...I can get a job for a little while. And it starts tomorrow.
I used to be the general manager of a gym in the county next door. And then I got...um...let go. And that was a week before my wedding. The same gym hired me back to teach Spinning, Pilates, and yoga about 6 months later. And then, when I took a job at another Pilates place in town as a massage therapist (NOT as a Pilates instructor), I was fired again. And then I got a call a couple of weeks ago asking if I would come back to teach Spinning. I'm like a Dateline episode. I'm starting to show signs of Battered Instructor Syndrome. But we need the money and it's something that I am actually trained to do (in addition to using our washer and dryer and making the most killer cup of coffee in the french press) so I'm off to make a buck. And Neal told me today that if I continue to teach, even after he is gainfully re-employed, I can use that money for Champagne Friday and get any bottle I want! I'm thinking pink...
And then he made some crack about how I could also use these classes as a way to burn off Champagne Friday. Hardy-har-har. Doesn't he know anything consumed on Champagne Friday is calorie-free? Men! Sometimes I wonder if they were all raised by the same pack of wolves.
The good news is, I have been to 1 or several Spinning classes at The Satan's Spawn Gym and now have a working knowledge of what is really irritating to a room full of sweating, moaning, crabby people who may or may not die in the next 90-second uphill sprint. So...there's that. Also?? I quit eating breakfast because by the time I get out of bed at 9 AM, have a couple cups of coffee and a shower, it's lunch time. So, between sleeping through breakfast and teaching Spinning twice a week, I should be Cindy Crawford just in time to get pregnant again. Is attaining the 8-pack abs you've never had a valid excuse for postponing pregnancy? I'm just wondering in case I have to argue it. But we're not there yet.
Day 1 starts tomorrow.
And for all of you wondering....Lulu LOVES her leash. Well, she loves her walks...leashes are the necessary evil for de-clawed kittehs. And I was starting to feel very self-conscious about it (what with all of the neighbors nearly crashing into mailboxes due to staring instead of driving) until you all flooded my comments box with stories about how you were tempted or have or still do walk your cats. And the mailman stopped me today to tell me about his neighbor who walks her rabbit. Suddenly, I feel alarmingly normal. So, thanks for that.
I used to be the general manager of a gym in the county next door. And then I got...um...let go. And that was a week before my wedding. The same gym hired me back to teach Spinning, Pilates, and yoga about 6 months later. And then, when I took a job at another Pilates place in town as a massage therapist (NOT as a Pilates instructor), I was fired again. And then I got a call a couple of weeks ago asking if I would come back to teach Spinning. I'm like a Dateline episode. I'm starting to show signs of Battered Instructor Syndrome. But we need the money and it's something that I am actually trained to do (in addition to using our washer and dryer and making the most killer cup of coffee in the french press) so I'm off to make a buck. And Neal told me today that if I continue to teach, even after he is gainfully re-employed, I can use that money for Champagne Friday and get any bottle I want! I'm thinking pink...
And then he made some crack about how I could also use these classes as a way to burn off Champagne Friday. Hardy-har-har. Doesn't he know anything consumed on Champagne Friday is calorie-free? Men! Sometimes I wonder if they were all raised by the same pack of wolves.
The good news is, I have been to 1 or several Spinning classes at The Satan's Spawn Gym and now have a working knowledge of what is really irritating to a room full of sweating, moaning, crabby people who may or may not die in the next 90-second uphill sprint. So...there's that. Also?? I quit eating breakfast because by the time I get out of bed at 9 AM, have a couple cups of coffee and a shower, it's lunch time. So, between sleeping through breakfast and teaching Spinning twice a week, I should be Cindy Crawford just in time to get pregnant again. Is attaining the 8-pack abs you've never had a valid excuse for postponing pregnancy? I'm just wondering in case I have to argue it. But we're not there yet.
Day 1 starts tomorrow.
And for all of you wondering....Lulu LOVES her leash. Well, she loves her walks...leashes are the necessary evil for de-clawed kittehs. And I was starting to feel very self-conscious about it (what with all of the neighbors nearly crashing into mailboxes due to staring instead of driving) until you all flooded my comments box with stories about how you were tempted or have or still do walk your cats. And the mailman stopped me today to tell me about his neighbor who walks her rabbit. Suddenly, I feel alarmingly normal. So, thanks for that.
