We work Monday to Friday, 2pm to midnight, but it's never just Monday to Friday and it's never just 2pm to midnight either, like today. After we got our butts royally kicked with a constant flow of Hulkies to train and new members to welcome to training, we were hoping today's morning rain would buy us some breathing time via a slower day. No such luck. Thankfully I woke up and got my boxing in early as supposed to trying to fit it in later on in the work day. Members arrived at 2:05pm and filled our club, littered the club floor with their sweat, and hulked out with their training till 12:07am.
Snickers woke up at 5:30am, after only 3 hours of sleep, only to drive two hours up to Incheon to help a friend with a business deal and then he had to drive all the way back. He returned at 3pm, an hour after our opening hour of 2pm so this meant I had the "pleasure" of preparing the entire club by myself -- an hour long process if we do it together. I got up, took my four-legged friends out for a bathroom break, fed them, and then geared up for training. After kicking my own butt at boxing, I then had to take the pups out for another bathroom break and then start cleaning the club. By the time 2pm came around and it was time to start the actual work day, I felt like I had just done a marathon-long list of things-to-do. I was exhausted.
A lack of sleep and a sudden push to the max with me having to clean the entire club like a maniac on speed, can be solved, well temporarily at least, with an extra strong cup of coffee. One problem, Snickers forgot to wire the money for the coffee machine packs I bought on GMarket so I'll have to suffer through pure withdrawals until they come. When Snickers called me to tell me he'd be an hour late for work, I told him to bring me a cappacinno with an extra shot -- today's caffeine fix met.
Today we trained the most members in one day that we've EVER trained and by "ever" I mean since Hulk's doors opened for business a year ago. It was definitely a successful day, a day filled with extra loud music, extra laughs, and a lot of extra sweat on the floor but it would have been best if it was met with extra sleep beforehand and perhaps an extra coffee beyond my usual one coffee a day routine. I say this because I was already running on low energy but upon realizing that Pacquiao had somehow escaped his back room pup corridor, my energy was totally drained.
Yes, Pac escaped today and it totally freaked me out. There were only three possible places Pac could have gone -- down to the basements (3), out the side window in the stairwell, or up the stairs to the other 5 floors and rooftop. I should note here that though I do like scary movies, watching a scary movie and venturing in this abandoned building are totally different. I can disconnect myself from a scary movie but here, if anything scary happens in this large abandoned building, I still have to live here. I live and work in this 8 floor abandoned building. We do "homeless runs" but they totally leave me spooked, hence why I always have to call on friends to help me and equip myself with a bright headlamp. It was evening when I discovered Pac had escaped and without even thinking I grabbed Snickers' cellphone, clicked on his flashlight app and raced up the stairs.
There was no way I wasn't going to search out Pac; he's my dog. I found him up on the rooftop, soaking wet, but before I could grab him he had spotted something and darted back down a floor, to the old bowling alley. The bowling alley floor spooks me the most because of how they've made a wall to specifically block out the light from the windows. You can go there in the middle of the day and it's completely dark, black as black can be. Leave it to me to replay the scene from "I Am Legend", you know the scene where the actor Will Smith goes into an old building and he's trying to call his dog to come back before the zombie-like people attack. Ya, that's exactly what I thought of so instead of calling to him I quietly cornered him in the very back of the bowling alley, scooped him up and then carried his 20kg+ body down the several flights of sketchy, railing-less stairs.
There was no way I wasn't going to search out Pac; he's my dog. I found him up on the rooftop, soaking wet, but before I could grab him he had spotted something and darted back down a floor, to the old bowling alley. The bowling alley floor spooks me the most because of how they've made a wall to specifically block out the light from the windows. You can go there in the middle of the day and it's completely dark, black as black can be. Leave it to me to replay the scene from "I Am Legend", you know the scene where the actor Will Smith goes into an old building and he's trying to call his dog to come back before the zombie-like people attack. Ya, that's exactly what I thought of so instead of calling to him I quietly cornered him in the very back of the bowling alley, scooped him up and then carried his 20kg+ body down the several flights of sketchy, railing-less stairs.
It had been a very long day but, like most days, no matter how early we get up or how late we stay up, there just aren't enough hours in the day to get done what we want. We had trained an excess amount of members and got in our own training too, so when I was able to finally close the club doors and call it a day, I wanted nothing more than to go to bed early. No such luck.
Snickers had forgotten his keys in Pyungtaek the other day so he then headed out of town to pick them up. And as I waved him goodbye from the club front doors, I suddenly heard a cat start crying. It was that silly street cat that the police had come for the other day. It was obviously still in the building but by the sounds of it's whinning, it wasn't in the basement anymore but instead was on an above floor. Yes, definitely on either floor four or five. I tried to ignore it as long as I could but when the sound of it stirred up my pups and got them barking, I weighed my options.
I figured my options were as follows:
a. Do a "homeless run" for this street cat, which meant venturing into the abandoned floors for it (which also meant me potentiallly peeing my pants if that cat were to jump out at me or if there happened to be a homeless person)
b. Ignore the cat and just leave it there, hoping it will make it's way down. This meant also hoping somehow my dogs would ignore it too (a next to impossible task).
c. Do something to drown out the sound of the cat, which meant my pups wouldn't be able to hear it but that I wouldn't be able to sleep.
I choose option D. I definitely had no interest venturing again upstairs, I don't even know how I even did it in the first place without peeing my pants. So, on that note, I turned on the computer and speakers, and then signed in into 8tracks.com to play some ballad playlist. I figured Snickers would be home in a couple of hours, I'd be asleep by then, so he'd turn it off. No such luck. After a full playlist of ballads, it went automatically to my next favoured playlist -- "Hot Girl Problems", a playlist filled with songs I workout to. "Paris, Oh La La" by Grace Potter and the Nocturnals suddenly started blasting so on that note I got up, decided I'd stay up until Snickers got home, so in the meantime I ran around the club with my four-legged friends and tried out some new ab exercise. Butterfly kicks, one of my new favourite ab exercise.
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