We showed up for work today 6 minutes late and arrived to someone sitting on our club's front step. We've been pulling over time, doing excessive extra hours, like it's no one's business so we thought coming in a bit late would be no problem.
Problem.
In the few minutes prior to us arriving -- at the time we should have been arriving -- a friend of ours hand showed up and tripped on our front step. It'd be one thing if it were just a trip but this was more like a trip, fall, and spillage of a bag full of random goodies into the air and all over the front. When we pulled up to the boxing club there was tissue packages and pens everywhere. He had brought a large bag full of things from his Chevrolet dealership for our members.
That wasn't the first hot mess of the day though. The morning was full of hot messes actually.
As for why we were late for work, that was a hot mess situation. We had a silly couple spat about a BBQ party we had last night that I thought we'd be driving to the beach for and not trekking through pop and broken glass for a rooftop party. So, I went to bed super late, didn't sleep well and woke up with the largest of puffy eyes. Thankfully me doing boxing means I can usually milk the "because of boxing" excuse, to which people assume I must have done some crazy sparring or something... hahaha.
The son of WOW Motors President is always our first member in for training... he was a hot mess too. Apparently I wasn't the only one who didn't sleep well. I sent him to my office to sleep for a bit but when he woke up and went to exit, he walked straight into the glass office door. I was standing at the juice bar when all of a sudden heard a loud crash. He had hit the door so hard WITH HIS FACE that he broke the glasses. I joked with him and taught him the English phrase "You break you buy"... hahaha.
I gave one of my members a rough time today when I caught wind of him bragging to Snickers about his supposedly weight loss. When he came in to train, I yelled at him to step on the scale. He had gained 2kg which is one thing but he had been bragging about losing 6kg. He blamed it on eating fried food late last night and drinking which did nothing to justify it but only make me push him more tonight at training. "Extra rounds for you!!!" I yelled and that's exactly what I did. Perhaps his rough day of training was due to me, fair enough, but if he's as serious about training and losing weight as he is bragging about it, then I'm definitely going to hold him to his words. I pinky swore him I'd make him my next so-called poster child of success if he stayed dedicated and followed my guidance. He's been pretty good at staying hardcore dedicated to the plan set forth, even after having puked not once but twice after training. Tonight was his third time. I knew I had pushed him a bit too much but he needed it. A good kick in the butt with a reality never killed anyone.
It was kind of nice to know that I wasn't the only one having a rough day, nor was I the worst one off today. Ya, I said it... I found comfort in knowing others were having a tough day too but strangely enough we amused each other struggling through it for others to see. Better to laugh at yourself than to be laughed at, right? Right.
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