I thought something was off when I arrived at Hulk's today and our mail, which is usually sitting in between our two doors, was in the middle of the floor. And then I noticed all our club slippers at the front were scattered, that's when I knew something was surely up.
I'm a bit anal in that I like to keep the club orderly and neat. The slippers are placed facing the same way, toes pointing towards the entrance of the club with pretty much equal spacing in between. Things will labels, like the medicine balls and kettlebells, all get placed with labels pointing forward, the boxing gloves are neatly arranged as are the white gloves many members use. The date gets wiped off the white board before I leave and things get put back to their orderly place so that I don't have to fuss with them the next day when I come into work.
A dry marker on the ground, an open door and a used water cup were instant red flags to me.
I had arrived to work alone. Snickers was out arguing with the Sanglok Marathon committee over them not wanting to refund our participant's fee for our 27 runners so I knew he had been too busy all morning with them to even so much as drop by Hulk's. But someone had been at the club and perhaps that someone was still there. I didn't know but what I did know was that I was going to have to find out and I was about to find out by myself.
I had arrived to work alone. Snickers was out arguing with the Sanglok Marathon committee over them not wanting to refund our participant's fee for our 27 runners so I knew he had been too busy all morning with them to even so much as drop by Hulk's. But someone had been at the club and perhaps that someone was still there. I didn't know but what I did know was that I was going to have to find out and I was about to find out by myself.
Several months ago I was involved in a fight with a drunk older man who came in on a late night and then refused to leave Hulk's. It ended with three claw marks down my neck and me strategically placing various weapons around the club, like pieces of some broken wooden sticks we had used for stretching but had broke. I can't punch someone, Snickers can't punch someone, there's seriously too much legal complications with throwing a punch outside of the ring. I'm sure I could argue that I punched someone in self defense but honestly I much rather keep my distance from an intruder than get close to them because, as my bathroom ceiling fight proved to me, you're not always in the position to even throw a punch. But a stick, I can hit someone with a stick or, if need be, use it's jagged edges to really protect myself if you know what I mean.
I grabbed one of these sticks and crept through the club. I totally was in ninja mode!!!
When I passed by the office I noticed the massive cupboard door was open but, with Unicorn fast asleep beside it, I knew the person was now long gone. You see, Unicorn cries his head off if hears someone and is left alone so when I put him in the office to sleep I have to put a blanket over his head. There's NO WAY he'd so easily fall asleep there with his head exposed and someone in the club. He must have cried himself to sleep.
Unicorn, not exactly a security goat but definitely an indicator that the coast was clear. And so on that note I turned all the lights on and continued walking around the club, fixing what had been moved. That's when I noticed some little pink pieces of paper glued onto the surfaces of things, like my computer, TV, freezer, vacuum, and even all our sandbags. 25 little pink pieces of paper -- little notes with something printed on them. I knew what they were before I even bothered to translate them. Based on what they were pasted onto, I suspected they were from a collection agency. I've never had a collection agency chase after me so I've never seen such notes but I definitely knew they were warnings, labelling which items would be confiscated if I didn't pay something. Honestly, I had absolutely no idea what that something was. I knew we were up to date with our bills. Sure our bills get prioritised but they definitely don't go diligent, surely not in a fashion that would ever send a collection agency after us. Something was wrong. I didn't know what was wrong but I surely wasn't going to risk having members speculate for themselves by finding such pink notes. I'm quite open and honest with our Hulkies so when some of them came early for training and I was searching the club for the notes, they helped me.
I was definitely more worried about how the collection agency had got into the club more than the notes themselves so I went over about 10 hours of security footage to figure out just how they got in. It took me a bit of time but I found how they got in -- the brought a lock smith to pick our front door lock. That was so not cool and it only made me super furious. I'm moving into Hulk's this weekend and I promise you this, if ANYONE ever picks my club door locks, I'm going to bust out a crazy like they've never seen before. I'll fight first, ask questions second because Hulk's is my baby, I love it, and it's to be respected!!!
As it turns out, the whole thing had to do with the fine Snickers got from punching that bus last summer. Somehow a mix up occurred, a lack of communication between those involved, and our payments towards that fine were collected but not reported to the judge involved so they came to scare us. They didn't scare us, they only ticked us off. If they can't communicate between them then that's really not our problem. Yes, Snickers punched the bus but he's been paying his due toward it, making right the wrong he did. And when you come into my business uninvited like such, wow, you best believe I am going to react. Meeting tomorrow with our lawyers, that is after we called them and gave them an overdose earful.
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