....WAT?!

"Let me be completely honest about my intentions here. I want to mold you to take over my spot."
"...oh?"
"Yeah. I want you to take over the management post here for training."
"Where are you going?"
"I want to go to a better club. I'm not exactly certain yet, as there's a few I have in mind. We're waiting until June to see where some people are transferring to. But we need to get you to these classes, we need to get you more certifications, and I really want to sit down here and talk to you about how we work all of these numbers. They already know I've picked you, and I think you'd be great in this post."







Three weeks.
Three weeks.
That's how long I've been seriously working there. Maybe a month?
Three weeks.




By the end of this year, I could have a job where I'm earning upwards of 54k a year. Which...considering I don't have a college degree?
I could be working a job doing what I love.
I could be spending my time at a gym. Working out. Organizing. Managing a team. Really inspiring people. Being active, and being able to make decisions, to guide a group, and to have a post that would mean something.
To have a post that would pay some awesome, dough, too.
It's not the job I want forever, but it would show me how to run a business, what the overhead would be, the schematics of hiring, the whole nine yards.



It's not set in stone yet, and I really need to make sure to keep my game up. There's two more trainers we're going to be hiring on here soon, and I seriously want to make sure that I keep myself shining above the newbies, so the post will be a guarantee for me.
I just got blown away when he told me that.
I need to make sure I have my shit set out straight.
That I'm gonna be good to take this job.
Holy hell, you guys.



Holy shit.




If it goes through?
SHA-FUCKING-ZAAAAM BITCHES! I WILL RULE!