Ah, the 'second interview' Blog post....here it is, all in a beautifully designed new layout that Gym Ninja is trying on for size. It is doing it for you? The layout?
Ok, so as you may all be aware, last week Gym Ninja was interviewed by a midget with regard to working freelance out of a chavvy health club? Yep? Remember? You will also recall that Gym Ninja had agreed to return the following week to view the 'Land of the Inbred' Health Club that the Midget aka Boy of 12 (as he was called in the last blog post) thought Gym Ninja would be 'perfect for'.
:-/
Cheers. How is that good?
It was touch & go as to whether Gym Ninja could even be bothered driving to the interview. After all, the location was rubbish, the Health Club chain seemed a little too chavtastic and of course there was the whole 'Compulsory course costing a few hundred pounds issue' GN also didn't agree with. WAS there much point going...? Ah...it's not like Gym Ninja had anything better to do.
So, armed with many more questions craving answers, off Gym Ninja headed to the Land of the Inbred, having left strict instructions to friends that if they hadn't heard back from Gym Ninja by noon, then the locals had made soup out of her bones & hung her skin on the wall for decorative purposes and they were to raise the alarm........
As Gym Ninja walked into the Health Club, she spied Boy of 12 talking to a big slab of lumbering maleness. Oh. That'd be 'the other' Personal Trainer that also suits the club then.
FFS!
As Gym Ninja walked over, Slab Man scuttled off, his eyes darting around under his overhanging inbred brow bone. Boy of 12 stood up. Apparently. Hard to tell when someone is as small as he is.
"Hi, nice to see you again. Did you have a look around the town before coming here?" Enquired Boy of 12.
What?
Venture into the town? Are you CRAZY?
Gym Ninja shook her head, and the moment Boy of 12 asked her if she had any questions, off she went....
"This Course. The 'compulsory course' you must go on before working freelance for this club," Began Gym Ninja. "What exactly does it entail for the two days and hundreds of pounds it costs then?"
Boy of 12 smiled.
"Ah, well there is half a day spent learning how the computer side works plus what the company is about"...
Gym Ninja nodded and wafted her hands, encouraging him to continue.
"Then there is half a day on how to sell as a Personal Trainer" He petered out...
"Which I already know, having worked in sales for over 6 years" replied Gym Ninja, before wafting the Boy of 12 on again.
"Er, and the next day has some really useful stuff too, er...like....like how to run a business plus how to approach people"
"I kind of covered that in my PT course and to be honest if I found it hard to approach people I'd have not really stayed in sales for so long" Said Gym Ninja, struggling to hide her true feelings.
"So, is the computer part of the course hard then?"
Boy of 12 shook his head. 'No, it's REALLY easy actually".
"So really, if I've already covered how to sell, how to run a business and how to approach people in my previous jobs, then you may as well just ring me and talk me through the easy computer stuff and I then won't need to pay hundreds for the course now will I?"
Gym Ninja smiled at the Boy of 12, who at this point had begun to look a tad flustered.
"Er, I see what you mean but it's proving to be really successful for the existing PTs and it's also to make sure you're all singing from the same hymn sheet" He stuttered. "There really isn't a way around NOT doing it to be honest. Why do you not want to do it?"
Gym Ninja looked back at Boy of 12. How small he was. He must get really tiny when he is in the distance...
"OK, so here are my thoughts. You 'say' that the first month working here is rent free, and yet you then insist that I have to attend a compulsory course that appears to be of no actual benefit to me, and yet costs over half of what the monthly rent would be anyway. You also say we are freelance and yet you want us all working the same way? So how is that giving ME the edge against my colleague if I have to say the same rubbish as him? So it's kind of coming across as a bit of a scam if I'm honest".
Boy of 12 squirmed.
"Another question I have", Continued Gym Ninja, 'Is about that top!"
Gym Ninja gestured to the baggy nylon fashion disaster that Boy of 12 was wearing.
"I think you said that I'd need to wear one of those horrid tops and actually also have to pay £25 for it. Is THAT right too?"
Boy of 12 looked sheepish and nodded.
"You see, I don't really 'do' baggy and I'd be wanting to wear my own company branded tops anyway. After all, I'm supposedly freelance remember. Your baggy top does not really match my company 'style' if I'm honest".
Boy of 12 was really struggling by now.
"Ah, but you have to wear one as it's the agreement we have with the Health Club for allowing you to work out of it! Plus, if you started at Starbucks you'd have to wear their tops and not your own."
At this, Boy of 12 looked triumphant.
"So it's a FRANCHISE you're selling me is it? Only you said it was freelance. Oh and I kind of thought the £500 fee every month was my sweetener to the Health Club for working out of it?"
By now, both Gym Ninja and Boy of 12 knew that stalemate had been reached. However Boy of 12 offered to show Gym Ninja around the Health Club, so off they went.
The gym was full of oddbods.
Hmm. Gym Ninja is guessing that the Inbred 'joke' isn't so much of a joke after all.
Boy of 12, having admitted defeat, was still trying to 'sell the benefits' of working from this venue.
"It's just been redecorated" He said.
That kind of sums up the best part of that particular venue. That is has just been redecorated.
"The last PT just left with no warning" Confessed Boy of 12 as he pointed at newly decorated parts of walls.
"Was he eaten by Locals?" Asked Gym Ninja, raising her eyebrow.
Boy of 12 looked a bit confused, so Gym Ninja decided she'd play nice from now on. Moving back to the main reception area, Boy of 12 said he would pass on to Head office the feedback Gym Ninja had given him as to why the location and company wasn't suitable. Gym Ninja then thanked him for his time, apologised for not wanting to go ahead with the arrangement, and just as she was leaving, heard a small voice shout...
"If you change your mind, call me? I mean, even if it's a few months down the line and you want to give it a go, give me a call yeh?"
Desperate? Much?
At that, Gym Ninja left behind Land of the Inbred and drove off into more 'human' territory....
Gym Ninja x
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Friday, 11 June 2010
Thursday, 3 June 2010
Interview!
Gym Ninja has been rather busy, hence the hit & miss blogging you are encountering.
Normal Service will be resumed at some point.
Anyhow, as a reward for your perseverance, Gym Ninja shall today regale you with her job interview, and tomorrow you are guaranteed 'part two', detailing today's trip to the gym. Spoiled, the lot of you!
Today Gym Ninja had an interview. The role was via a fitness agency who subcontract out trainers to gyms. No other info was known about this so Gym Ninja went with an open (aka fairly closed already) mind....out to a gym (part of a chain) in a bit of an odd place. Odd as in 'home of the interbred', in case you were wondering?
Gym Ninja arrived and was invited to wait in the main reception, as the Interviewer had not yet arrived.
10 minutes later and someone introduced himself to Gym Ninja.
"Hi, you must be Ninja?" Said a voice.
Gym Ninja turned to the sound and in front of her stood a boy of 12. Actually, a grown man but with a face of a boy of 12.
Hmm.
Gym Ninja smiled.
"Would you like to move to this table please as there is a socket for my laptop?".
Boy of 12 gestured to a table near the wall so Gym Ninja stood up to follow him.
*gasp*
Gym Ninja quickly looked down at the floor, to see why Boy of 12 was standing in a hole?
Oh!
*raises eyebrow*
Boy of 12 was not standing in a hole. Boy of 12 is teeeeeeeeny tiny.
Gym Ninja followed the midget to the next table and sat down, whilst he faffed with his laptop.
"Did you find us OK?" He asked.
Gym Ninja hates that question & is always tempted to reply with a 'no'.
"Yes, yes no problems" Replied Gym Ninja, forcing that smile.
"Gooooooood" He replied.
"I'm just setting the laptop up as I need to show you some spreadsheets soon."
Gym Ninja nodded.
"Did you find us OK?"
Seriously? You're asking Gym Ninja the question AGAIN?
Gym Ninja decided to ignore the question, and listened politely as Boy of 12 asked her what she knew about the service his company offered?
"Well, as I understand it, as a Fitness Agent, you get some sort of cut for hiring me out...a bit like a Pimp?"
Yes, that WAS the word that fell from GN's mouth. Remarkable!
Boy of 12 looked alarmed, admitted he'd never been called a Pimp before, and then began his explanation.
In a nutshell, what they do is charge all Personal Trainers a £500 MONTHLY license fee, and then the PT is free to work as and when they wish. For this, Gym Ninja would get use of the facilities and the opportunity to approach the sweaty members.
"So, let me clarify if I may, what it is you offer for this £500 monthly fee? I get the use of the gym and I can approach the members right?"
Boy of 12 nodded.
"Anything else for the £500? Anything YOU actually do?" Asked Gym Ninja, hoping that there would be...
Turns out, having rephrased the same two things (access to the gym and the members) 5 times in response to Gym Ninja repeating her question as many times, it turns out no....no they do sweet FA......
"The first month is free..." Announced Boy of 12, as if to tempt Gym Ninja into trying the role.
At this Gym Ninja showed a glimmer of interest.
"All you have to pay is a start up cost of £350. That covers 2 days of sales training and you get shown how to do the computer work. Oh and yeh you need to pay £20 for the top you'll wear with the club logo on it".
At this, Boy of 12 pointed to his cheap, tacky baggy Tee Shirt made out of fabric that would produce enough static electricity to power Milton Keynes for a fortnight...
*cue unimpressed stare from Gym Ninja*
Anyhow, the 'chat' lasted 2 hours and involved Boy of 12 deciding Gym Ninja would be perfect for another club where they urgently required a female Personal Trainer...that'd be in a town even MORE interbred than the one they were in (gee thanks!). He also regaled GN with how he part exchanged his old Fiesta for a new Corsa. Not exactly an essential Personal Trainer job interview stock question, but something he seemed keen to share nonetheless.
"I know it's a bit tame but I'm not allowed anything else because of the 'wedding'". At this, Boy of 12 rolled his eyes in a slightly embarrassed way.
Gym Ninja decided it would be kinder not to point out that as a Boy of 12, the likelihood of his balls having not dropped yet would explain why he is allowing his fiancé to control his choice of vehicle, and that when he is 'all grown up' he may be able to progress to something less emasculating? Gym Ninja also decided this was the Boy of 12's way of ensuring that Gym Ninja knew he was getting laid on a regular basis.
Yeh right...enjoy your midget sex life Boy of 12, for it'll all stop once Mrs Boy of 12 gets that band on her finger!!!!
"So, I think I'd like to invite you back for a second interview and practical session at the other club if that's ok 'Ninj'?"
Boy of 12 smiled.
"It's OK if I call you 'Ninj' isn't it? Only I do it all the time, shorten peoples names. Even if their name is short I cut a letter off!"
Boy of 12 was still smiling.
Gym NINJA was not.
"Hmm, yeh... you see Ninj is what my family call me. Gym Ninja is fine for you I think". Nodded Gym Ninja, smiled, and thenagreed to return the following week purely for the comedy blogging value alone.
So with that, Gym Ninja and Boy of 12 stood up. Gym Ninja crouched down to shake Boy of 12's teeny tiny hand and then made her exit, safe in the knowledge she WILL make him cry when she finally does reject him and his extortionate license fee...
Gym Ninja x
Normal Service will be resumed at some point.
Anyhow, as a reward for your perseverance, Gym Ninja shall today regale you with her job interview, and tomorrow you are guaranteed 'part two', detailing today's trip to the gym. Spoiled, the lot of you!
Today Gym Ninja had an interview. The role was via a fitness agency who subcontract out trainers to gyms. No other info was known about this so Gym Ninja went with an open (aka fairly closed already) mind....out to a gym (part of a chain) in a bit of an odd place. Odd as in 'home of the interbred', in case you were wondering?
Gym Ninja arrived and was invited to wait in the main reception, as the Interviewer had not yet arrived.
10 minutes later and someone introduced himself to Gym Ninja.
"Hi, you must be Ninja?" Said a voice.
Gym Ninja turned to the sound and in front of her stood a boy of 12. Actually, a grown man but with a face of a boy of 12.
Hmm.
Gym Ninja smiled.
"Would you like to move to this table please as there is a socket for my laptop?".
Boy of 12 gestured to a table near the wall so Gym Ninja stood up to follow him.
*gasp*
Gym Ninja quickly looked down at the floor, to see why Boy of 12 was standing in a hole?
Oh!
*raises eyebrow*
Boy of 12 was not standing in a hole. Boy of 12 is teeeeeeeeny tiny.
Gym Ninja followed the midget to the next table and sat down, whilst he faffed with his laptop.
"Did you find us OK?" He asked.
Gym Ninja hates that question & is always tempted to reply with a 'no'.
"Yes, yes no problems" Replied Gym Ninja, forcing that smile.
"Gooooooood" He replied.
"I'm just setting the laptop up as I need to show you some spreadsheets soon."
Gym Ninja nodded.
"Did you find us OK?"
Seriously? You're asking Gym Ninja the question AGAIN?
Gym Ninja decided to ignore the question, and listened politely as Boy of 12 asked her what she knew about the service his company offered?
"Well, as I understand it, as a Fitness Agent, you get some sort of cut for hiring me out...a bit like a Pimp?"
Yes, that WAS the word that fell from GN's mouth. Remarkable!
Boy of 12 looked alarmed, admitted he'd never been called a Pimp before, and then began his explanation.
In a nutshell, what they do is charge all Personal Trainers a £500 MONTHLY license fee, and then the PT is free to work as and when they wish. For this, Gym Ninja would get use of the facilities and the opportunity to approach the sweaty members.
"So, let me clarify if I may, what it is you offer for this £500 monthly fee? I get the use of the gym and I can approach the members right?"
Boy of 12 nodded.
"Anything else for the £500? Anything YOU actually do?" Asked Gym Ninja, hoping that there would be...
Turns out, having rephrased the same two things (access to the gym and the members) 5 times in response to Gym Ninja repeating her question as many times, it turns out no....no they do sweet FA......
"The first month is free..." Announced Boy of 12, as if to tempt Gym Ninja into trying the role.
At this Gym Ninja showed a glimmer of interest.
"All you have to pay is a start up cost of £350. That covers 2 days of sales training and you get shown how to do the computer work. Oh and yeh you need to pay £20 for the top you'll wear with the club logo on it".
At this, Boy of 12 pointed to his cheap, tacky baggy Tee Shirt made out of fabric that would produce enough static electricity to power Milton Keynes for a fortnight...
*cue unimpressed stare from Gym Ninja*
Anyhow, the 'chat' lasted 2 hours and involved Boy of 12 deciding Gym Ninja would be perfect for another club where they urgently required a female Personal Trainer...that'd be in a town even MORE interbred than the one they were in (gee thanks!). He also regaled GN with how he part exchanged his old Fiesta for a new Corsa. Not exactly an essential Personal Trainer job interview stock question, but something he seemed keen to share nonetheless.
"I know it's a bit tame but I'm not allowed anything else because of the 'wedding'". At this, Boy of 12 rolled his eyes in a slightly embarrassed way.
Gym Ninja decided it would be kinder not to point out that as a Boy of 12, the likelihood of his balls having not dropped yet would explain why he is allowing his fiancé to control his choice of vehicle, and that when he is 'all grown up' he may be able to progress to something less emasculating? Gym Ninja also decided this was the Boy of 12's way of ensuring that Gym Ninja knew he was getting laid on a regular basis.
Yeh right...enjoy your midget sex life Boy of 12, for it'll all stop once Mrs Boy of 12 gets that band on her finger!!!!
"So, I think I'd like to invite you back for a second interview and practical session at the other club if that's ok 'Ninj'?"
Boy of 12 smiled.
"It's OK if I call you 'Ninj' isn't it? Only I do it all the time, shorten peoples names. Even if their name is short I cut a letter off!"
Boy of 12 was still smiling.
Gym NINJA was not.
"Hmm, yeh... you see Ninj is what my family call me. Gym Ninja is fine for you I think". Nodded Gym Ninja, smiled, and thenagreed to return the following week purely for the comedy blogging value alone.
So with that, Gym Ninja and Boy of 12 stood up. Gym Ninja crouched down to shake Boy of 12's teeny tiny hand and then made her exit, safe in the knowledge she WILL make him cry when she finally does reject him and his extortionate license fee...
Gym Ninja x
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