Poop Shute

Sometimes I understand where TV/Movie writers get their incredible and unbelievable plot lines from.

So, I got hired at Gold's Gym last Friday. Interviewed with Colt (district manager) and George (general manager) and they both liked me. I'm not certified yet, but I explained that my test is in November, and they seemed satisfied with that. My new boss, George, said he was out of the forms he needed me to fill out, so he'd pick them up over the weekend from another store, and call me on Monday. In the mean time he told me to work the floor and try to make some connections with some possible future clients.

Cool.

Well, Monday, I hadn't heard from George by 4 pm so I called him. I actually ended up talking to Sam, my new regional manager. She was filling in for George because he ended up being rushed to the emergency room on Saturday and was being kept in intensive care. He is a diabetic and had some kind of huge sugar crash or something like that. My guess is it was something more serious than that, because he's still there now, and a simple sugar crash, while dangerous, is not something that alone would keep somebody in the hospital for five days. The only details Sam has is that whatever it was, it was related to his diabetes.

Also, Colt is on vacation in Hawaii. So the next boss up, Sam, is running things. I mentioned to her who I am, and my situation and she explained that they are normally really strict about certification, but she won't make George's decision for him. She trusts his instincts to do his job.. Unfortunately for me, she insists on discussing my employment with George before she'll let me start. So, until George gets better, or Colt gets back I am in emplyment limbo. What are the freaking odds that all these circumstances would coalesce in just such a way?

I feel like each morning this week needs a soap opera-like title and theme song.

As The World Poops...? No, no.

The Poops Of Our Lives...? Nah.

Ain't That Some Poop.