Got my butt seriously and royally kicked today, juggling having to train everyone by myself, dealing with the Pesky Parkers, AND hosting an hour-long meeting. Panty Boy Jr. was supposed to show up but was a last minute no-show. A couple of weeks ago one of our friends (his best friend) committed suicide and I suspect today was a bad day for him because of it. Consequently, I was on my own today.
The other day it was police who visited me at my club, today it was gang members. And between you and me, I much more prefer the gangster guys.
My juice bar scored $17 in tips -- $9 on a $1 tea and $8 on a $2 purchase of two sports drinks, very cool. I don't recall ever getting a tip actually so it was a really sweet gesture.
With our new shipment of drinks, we're selling fast. Mind you, I am my own best customer. Can't... stop... drinking that delish berry tea!!! I tell myself for every 1 tea I sell I can drink 2 but I've drank 5 in the past two days and have only actually sold 2.
K-Gere showed up today at a most convenient time for me. I had headed outside to deal with a Pesky Parker who was blocking three spots when K-Gere pulled up. He got out of his car and took it upon himself to yell at the Pesky Parker for their most ridiculous parking that I'm sure even a blind person could have parked better.
Trainer Stark made a special appearance today, just to stop by and say hi. A good dose of good looks, charm and sweetness always brightens my day.
Got a personally hand-delivered cappuccino with an extra shot -- my favourite cup of coffee from my favourite coffee shop located across town.
War is on -- I officially called it at 10:48pm tonight when a new member raced back into Hulk's, frantic about some random car having hit over his brand new motorcycle and driving away while he was inside training. I rushed outside with him and sure enough it had been knocked over and was all scratched up. I took a tone of pictures of all the scratches, the chipped parts and the broken mirror. I'm assuming someone rushed into the parking lot, mistaking the spot as being empty and then, upon realizing it wasn't, hit the bike and then took off. I could surely feel his pain because I've been in this situation with my own scooter, more than just a couple of times. My scooter is by no means as expensive as his but nonetheless I definitely know the disappointment and frustration. I felt so terrible for him. He and his friend are new members, young university students who are long time friends and who bought matching racing bikes. So war is on with the Pesky Parkers, no more Mrs. Nice Amy, as if I was really nice to them anyways. I'm going to rain Hell on whomever did this, regardless of if it's a Pesky Parker or perhaps one of our own. It's so not cool that someone hit over this guy's bike and then just drove away. Tomorrow I'm going to meet with the neighbouring shops so that I can check their security tapes. I also have to call a car driver who parked in the area, to get them to check their black box tape, and call Secom Security to come discuss installing an addition camera out in our parking lot.
Received a most amusing noise complaint from a neighbouring shop who complained about what he referred to as "loud sex noises". That obviously wasn't what was going on inside. Instead, it was the moaning and groaning of three full sized grown men in pain as they agonized having to get through my Spartan ab circuit. And to think, I only made them do 2 sets of 15 and not the full 4 sets. I seriously almost peed my pants laughing but it was a very much needed laugh after getting my butt kicked today with managing the club by myself and the disappointing situation with my Hulkie's motorcycle.
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