We got our butts royally kicked today, seriously. It was a classic case of people wanting to make up for their weekend regrets and wanting to start the new work week off on a positive, productive note, mixed with an extra dash of quilt for having just ate whatever and done whatever on the extra long weekend most of us just had.
Weekends always bring new members come Monday as do holidays, but a long weekend brings extra members because many hold off until after the holiday where as others come after because of the holiday. So with last week many having both Wednesday and Friday off and then the weekend, we anticipated a crowd today.
Welcomed in 12 new members today, very cool.
But before we started running around like chickens with our heads cut off and me leaning my caffeine fix for every drop of caffeine my morning coffee could possibly provide me, we were greeted by police. Yup, right at the very opening of Hulk's today two police officers walked in. My first reaction was to yell out to Snickers and ask him "what did you do now?!" He hadn't done anything, well nothing that that they were here for that is. Instead what had happened was the Corner Godfather had spotted a street cat stuck in the first floor window so they wanted access to the stairwell from our second floor boxing club. When two more officers arrived and joined the first two I couldn't help but giggle at the sight of them. "Are Cheonan police that bored that four of them come?!" I asked Snickers. I couldn't help but feel like this was going to be a potential "how many Koreans does it take to..." joke.
The short of the long story is that they never did find the cat, instead they ended up clipping the lock on the downstairs door and leaving it open so that it could exit. I should note here I'm rolling my eyes because the only way the cat could have got into the building is through the side window that is by the dog's corridor. If it got in then it surely knows how to get out. It'll just have to wait till later when we bring the dogs into the club. My rolling eyes however are really for the extra work this has now caused me. Now I have to go buy a new lock and chain for the door and then I'll have to do a "homeless run". You remember what a "homeless run" is right?! Well let me refresh your memory. It's when we go through all the other 7 floors to check if any homeless person has snuck in and got comfortable here in our building. We usually do a homeless run every 2-3 months -- we strap on some headlamps, call up a couple of friends, and then search all the floors. My nerves are already pretty shot so doing a homeless run at our usual after work time of midnight or 1am definitely kills my nerves. And then there is of course the random times we DO find a homeless person, let me tell you how much that freaks me out, woozers.
I figure I'm good to go in terms of security here. Balboa is always by my side like a stalker, Pyen Chi barks at anything that makes a sudden noise in the night or anyone that walks by the window, and Pacquioa spends his time running back and forth between our bedroom and the club's front doors. He hates everyone so if anyone ever comes into the club, he'll bark his little head off and make quite the fuss. And then there is of course Snickers, he punches buses and takes the idea of him being my protector very seriously.
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