Last week I finally got around to doing something that I should have done a long time ago. I must admit I felt a little uneasy when I climbed the stairs to the area where my assessment would take place. The interviewer opened with the usual questions; name, age, background, so far so good.
He asked about my business, about my current salary. He did the usual thing by explaining about the company; its, vision, mission, assets and staff etc. Well at least as much as his intellect could handle (because to be quite honest, I do not mean to be unkind but he didn’t come over as being the sharpest tool in the woodshed). And then he switched the conversation towards me
He asked something which completely surprised me. “Tell me Harley, what is it exactly that you want to achieve, I mean what is your goal?”
My head went into full spin. I thought about all kinds of things and then again nothing at all – I mean what do I want? What would be success for me?
“Do you know, I am not exactly sure” I replied. My interviewer looked disappointed. He had that kind of look that said ‘Harley you really should know these things, you really should come better prepared’. So to help him out I said. All I know is that I would like to feel a bit fitter, to have a bit more inner energy. Over the last weeks and months I have felt it slowly slipping away.
“Hmm” he said, then he stood up and showed me around, giving me detailed descriptions of all the facilities. He showed me rooms full of equipment and for no apparent reason, also large empty ones. Finally, when we arrive back at the top of the stairs where I came in, he asked “Well Harley do you think you can achieve your goal here with us?”
I had to fight back the smile, this guy was serious! I was in a rundown fitness center, in the middle of town, talking to a guy called Greg whose clothes had the look that, long ago, they had once belonged to someone else, a few sizes bigger than him. And judging by his inability to explain anything to a level of detail necessary to satisfy my enquiring mind, he had probably left school before the age of twelve. Which I didn’t think was allowed these days?
Still I signed on the dotted line and today I find myself pounding away on a machine they call a ‘cross trainer’ situated in what they call the ‘Miha Circle’. I am waiting for the bubbles to stop rising to the top of a plastic tube in the middle, thereby indicating it is time for me to move on to the next piece of equipment.
There’s a lady in her early sixties on my right, thrashing away at her machine with a level of fitness akin to that of a young boxer training for the Olympics. To my left, there’s another man about the same age as me looking like he’s having no fun at all. Whether he, or I will achieve our life goal in the fitness gym of my home town, only time will tell. But then again perhaps in the hours of physical self-punishment and immense boredom, I might just find what my life goal is and if I find it – I will let you know, assuming you are interested!
Have a good week,