Yesterday I emailed Lance and Molly to see where the interview would be. Molly told me to wait for them on the third floor when I arrive, but to try not to be there too early. Easy for you to say since I cannot arrive anywhere less than 15 minutes early. I was hoping that my morning errands would help to keep me grounded until the interview.
I had a fitness consultation in the morning at the local gym; she promised she wouldn’t go easy. I was not looking forward to being tortured by a personal trainer chick that is ridiculously peppy, half my size, and frigging cute as a button. I’m sure you’re all seen the type of fitness fanatic I’m talking about here. I got about halfway through the consultation when an employee from the kids’ corner comes downstairs with my daughter who was visibly upset. Ashley had an accident because no one took her to the potty. The chick tells me she was in the kids’ corner all by herself and couldn’t take Ashley to the bathroom. Ok, so how did you manage to bring her to me? Well she’s the only kid I had up there to watch. I was livid. My almost 4 year old daughter is upset because she pissed her pants, and the accident occurred because you wouldn’t take her to the bathroom?! I had to shut down the anger and quickly because last time I became upset at the gym, my supervisor heard about it the very next morning. We took the rest of the consult upstairs to a private training room so that I could finish up since Ashley couldn’t go back to kids’ corner. The personal trainer (who even has a cute name: Julia) could tell I was upset but chose to say nothing about it. We finished up and I stalked out of the building with Ashley in tow.