What luck I've happened into! Last year I was given all the personal
training I could handle, at a beautiful—frankly high-class health club, which
happens to only be a mile from my front door.
I was by no means perfect throughout the year (who is?), but
I made the most of this once in a lifetime opportunity, where I could work out
as much as my mushy body would allow, with the support of my family in not
having to work for a wage, and with the support of my team of experts at Five
Seasons, keeping me safe and on track.
I lost over a hundred pounds and have become a hundred
percent more functional over this year and, in service of progress, I wanted to
get my very first job, ever. But who
would pick a 27-year old applicant with no work experience and an incomplete
college education, for a job that doesn’t serve fries on the side? In another strike in my view of golden luck,
the brilliant and beautiful management at Five Seasons, having seen my evolution
and tenacity throughout last year, took a chance on me and hired me to the
Member Service Desk—as great of a first job as I could imagine, let alone hope
for.
In examining just how great a situation Fortune has found
for me, I get to work with the team member friends I've made and get to see all
my member friends as they visit throughout the day.
The average commuting worker probable spends accumulated day
over the course of a year, sitting in traffic; my trip to work is four minutes
and a stoplight. Then after work we, the
responsible people who take care of ourselves, often go to the gym, and for the
average person it means a fresh round of commuting hell. I literally clock out at the gym. My terse commute to the gym laughs at my
commute to work!
Now my job may not be a wage at which I can start a family,
but it’s a wonder starting point in the work force, one with real
responsibilities (Everyone leaves at night and leave me with the keys to the
Club!), and at a fantastic company that—you never know—routinely hires from
within. I look at it as if I’m putting
in my time, building up my work ethic like I built up my body.
As I get used to the routine of working—now that it seems
like my work is satisfactory and my tenure is open-ended—I feel much more
comfortable behind the Member Service Desk.
I find that I have been planning better and getting more accomplished
with my reduce amount of free time, that I don’t have as much time to sit and
examine how (low) I may be feeling. I am
also starting to add to my number of workouts per week. Pretty soon I’ll be back to where I was last
year; only now with a full-time job, a little bit of pocket money, and a lot
less time to be tempted with the tasty treats at home. I predict a good run of weight loss in the
near future; I can’t wait!