Like A Boss. Son.

voltee ♦ April 4, 2013 ♦ Leave a comment

Item: Tunic/Tank Color/Fabric: Black, silk, sequins Designer: La Rok Where Purchased: Next Boutique: 2

Here it is, the fourth day of April. And I am happy! If you missed my last post, let me fill you in briefly. April is NaNoWriMo, and I am attempting to write 50,000 words this month to finish my second novel. Four days in, and I’m proud to say that I’m doing well-ish. I have written 3,750 words, fairly effortlessly. It is not inspired writing, to be sure. God has not entered my keyboard just yet. But still, I’m writing. I am proving to myself that I can absolutely get up in the wee small hours of the morning and write away for a few hours before switching gears entirely and heading off to my administrative, managerial, gym-related full time job.
Why, of course I can.
I can do anything!
Ok, maybe not absolutely anything. But I sure can do many things!
I wasn’t sure if I would be able to keep up with this blog during my 30 days of frenzied writing. But it seems like the old saying is holding true for me, at least in these last few days: Writing begets writing. I just want to keep doing it. I love it. I can’t get enough of it.
And so here I am tonight, with this incredible sequined number for your consideration.
My job can get…stressful. There are times when I really would like nothing better than to shove a pencil into my eye. Or into someone else’s eye.
But that’s having a job. Everyone feels like that at times. Right?
Lately, though, my job has been wonderful. My clients are great, and amaze me every day. And I have the honor of having assembled, somehow, a group of some of the finest human beings I’ve ever known. My team of Trainers really are unbelievable.
I’m very blessed.
So what does this fabulous tunic have to do with Personal Training?
Well, 2011 was a record setting year for my team, and so I decided to celebrate by taking them on a night on the town last February. I reserved a VIP table at Shadows-On-The Hudson, a night club that wants so badly to be fancy, and succeeds mostly because their aren’t very many other upscale options in Poughkeepsie.
But how to get there? I certainly didn’t want my Trainers to have to drive; I wanted them to kick back and relax and celebrate. I really wanted to rent a limo, but after a few promises predictably fell through, that ended up being outside of my price range. What else could I do?
I rented a mini-van.
It became the Party Van, a concept I came up with based on my experience of the Candy Van (you can read about that one here).
Of course, I decorated it. And then stuffed the pockets with mints and bottled water. And then made a custom Party Van playlist with such appropriate tunes as Bossy by Kelis (because sometimes, I like to close the door of my office and sing, “‘Cause I’m the BOSS!”)and Big Pimpin’ by Jay-Z (I have heard that Jay-Z actually did write that song in a mini-van. I might be wrong, though). And then I made cds engraved with our pictures for everyone to take home, to immortalize the evening.
And then, we partied!
I wanted to wear this top because it seems to be made for dancing. It’s light weight, has plenty of sequins to catch the lights, and has this funky, flapper-y fringe to move about when I shimmy.
It was perfect! Shadows was… interesting. To say the least. Some of us got a groove on, some of us merely drank and watched go-go dancers. But we all had fun. It was rather shocking, though, how fast 8 people can polish off a bottle of vodka!
So we moved somewhere with a more relaxed vibe- McGullicudy’s, a college beloved Irish Pub. Here’s where beer got added into the mixture, which in hindsight was probably a bad idea. Isn’t there always someone who gets a little out of hand at the work party? Yeah, we had that person.
Someone got a little grabby.
I won’t name names to protect the not-very-innocent, but no one was off limits. Male, female, friends, strangers, and even wooden posts… things spiraled into awkward at an alarming pace.
And in the Party Van on the way back, I had to martyr the top of my head. It seemed that if I could direct unwanted advances to my forehead and away from my Trainer’s bottoms, I might be able to finish the evening with everyone’s dignity and jobs intact.
Somehow, it worked. I’m not sure if our happy molester was aware that what he massaged for 20 minutes was the top of my head… But, whatever. It worked!
It was a pretty epic evening. One that I do not think will be matched for a long time to come. We might get the chance to try again. My team is killing 2013!
So, yes. I am happy. My day job is awesome, my hobbies are rewarding.
I feel fulfilled. And very, very grateful!