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At the end of January, I wrote about what was probably the most challenging time I’ve ever had in the workplace. The situation was beyond-stressful for me–I went home and cried on a daily basis–but I put on my rose-colored glasses (and my big girl pants), kept looking for silver linings, and did my best with what I had to work with. (Read that post here if you need to catch up.)
I wanted to give you the epilogue to the story.
Only a couple of months after that jerk started working at the club and relegated me to the tiny room in the back corner of the building, it started to become clear to management that he was indeed on the sleazy side (which was something I knew from the moment he walked in the door) and they started documenting some questionable behavior, ethics-wise.
As you probably know, people who are in sales (of any kind) normally have quotas. When you’re selling health club memberships, your quota is typically monthly, and there are nice bonuses for achieving those goals.
On the last day of that month, this unsavory co-worker of mine was discovered* to have grabbed at least one random guy who was walking by, convinced him to join the club with the promise that he could cancel a couple of days later (state law says you have three days), and then–Ding Ding Ding!–turned in his end-of-the-month report to management, which stated that he achieved his sales goal, so he could rake in that handsome bonus.
Two days later, several of the new members abruptly canceled their memberships, and the jig was up.
And then? Boom, Roasted! He was fired.
I wouldn’t be completely honest if I told you that I didn’t do my own version of “Neener, neener” after I found out he had just been escorted out of the health club, so I won’t tell you that I didn’t do that.
Bottom line: In this case, it was great to see justice in action. Oh yeah, and it was great to see my old desk in the front of the health club again. I moved back in immediately. It was a happy day.
*BTW, though I wish I could have been the whistle-blower in his case, I had nothing to do with it. Besides, I couldn’t see anything he was doing, ever, since I was in the back room.
©2010 Suburban Scrawl
The real silver lining here is that he got busted. You do have a way of making the best of things at all times.
Nothing like a little "neener, neener" to brighten one's day – especially when it is so well deserved.
And it suddenly becomes clear as to exactly why he wanted you far away in a back room!!
At least he was able to move on to the State Senate and then become POTUS. 🙂
Karma will always come back and bite you on the butt. You earned a few 'neener, neeners.'
HAHA Tara! I was going to post the same thing! GMTA!
Oh there are some times when neener neeners are fully justified. I think this was one of those cases 🙂 Glad he got busted… and don't you wonder what he's doing now?
This Belle Rocks
I love comeuppance….I agree it is great to see justice in action! I love what you did with your back-room office, though!
Well, I'm not a huge fan of health clubs in the first place, but the thing that gives them their bad reputation is people like this guy that you're describing. I think I'd have done a happy little dance myself to see that — and I don't even work there.
So long as you were wearing your big girl pants when you did your "Neener neener," I'd say that was fair.
I love your optimism, I really do! 🙂
And GOOD. That douche got what was coming for him. What? I'm just saying what you WANT to say 😉
Glad to see he got what he so richly deserved. I spent three years in sales management in the mortgage business and was determined to not be that guy. I honored deals that I knew my loan officers never would have made to make people happy and to keep my team's scorecard with LendingTree as high as it could have been. For every crappy deal I probably ate half a point on, I netted two or three other deals. In the end, though, I had bosses that were like that guy and I couldn't stomach going into work anymore.
There is not hell…you pay for eveything you do right here no earth.
He got what he deserved!