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Today is a GREAT football day! My husband’s team, the Bears, are on at 1 p.m., then the Jets at 4:15 p.m. and then my boys are on at 8:20 p.m. I just love when they play at night. *CAN YOU HEAR THE SARCASM COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH?* I get to go to bed aggravated some times. Just lovely. It’s the Manning Bowl II! Lets go Big Blue!

We are just about caught up on the journey or at least we will be fairly caught up after this post. In any case, when I finished the summer semester I think my nerves got the best of me. I wasn’t sure I was ready to do my pre-professional field (one day a week internship) come September. It was bothering me that I was still on unemployment and didn’t have a job. I have this thing about having to contribute to the bill paying. While I am on unemployment, I don’t really consider that “contributing.” With  everything going on with this HORRIBLE governor, I didn’t think there was any way I would get a teaching job come September 2011. At the same time, I was  doing public relations (still am) for a murder mystery group we are a part of. I like doing that. Anything writing related, I love. My first love will ALWAYS be writing, not teaching. My husband said that if I see a job in the paper that I can see myself doing for a long time to submit but not to just submit to anything. I submitted two resumes and never heard anything. I told my husband that was a sign. If I were to get called and hired somewhere, it was meant to be. If not, then it wasn’t and I was meant to stay in school.  At first I was so conflicted as to whether to mail out the first resume. It was for a PR job at a college. I needed an objective opinion so I emailed a friend of mine from Connecticut that I went to college with who has the same passion for writing that I do. We used to work at the local paper together.

I needed some sound objective advice from someone removed from the situation. I explained I had two semesters and two classes left plus the one day a week internship for September. I would be doing my full internship 5 days a week during the Spring semester Jan 2011-May 2011. Heres what was going on in my head in more detail. I had been on unemployment since November 2008. I was tired of not working. Besides working out during the day, I was bored out of my mind and basically found myself doing house wife things – so not me. I don’t know how some women stay home all day. The education program at Kean doesn’t want you working when doing your internship. In the middle of September, the claim I had for unemployment was going to expire. I would start another tier of benefits. The problem was I did not know how much money I would be getting at that point every two weeks but it was believed to be less than what I was currently getting. Our expenses have gone up because we had to get our second new car since the lease expired on our other car. My husband and I both have new Santa Fes. As I stated, my hubby told me if I could find a job that I really wanted to do and could see myself doing for a long time where the salary was good, to go for it. I was conflicted. I didn’t know what to do. Teaching was going to be a fall back position so that I had given myself options career wise with the current state of the economy. However, my love had always been for writing and PR. I love kids, don’t get me wrong, but the excitement I get when I write wasn’t there while I was thinking about it. I had the envelope with my resume, cover letter, and writing samples ready to go for the college PR job. I kept going back and forth whether to mail it or not. The reason I was conflicted was because I didn’t want people thinking I was a quitter in terms of school or that I couldn’t finish anything I start. That seemed to have been my pattern. Since the whole business fiasco, who knew what people would say. Everyone always has an opinion about other people’s business. Whether they tell you to your face is another story. Since losing my job in Nov 2008, I havent really been able to make up my mind about what the hell I wanted to do and I am 35 years old! I didn’t really get a chance to really assess what I wanted to do and really think about it because two months after I lost my job I lost my dad, my pet died, we had a bankruptcy and so on. Who would immediately have a clear head to make a good decision after all that? I was afraid to take a job in the writing/editing field because I have lost my job so many times because of the economy. BUT, if I stayed in school, I am accumulating loans with no guarantee of a teaching job come September which would cause me to look in the writing field anyway. Plus if I stayed in school, I was another year away from working. If I took a job and I lost it again, I was afraid I would be kicking myself for not finishing the program at Kean. I wanted to make the best decision for my family because of this horrible economy. Like I said earlier, I don’t know how much less money from unemployment I was going to get. I was not having any problems in school. I was just trying to figure out what the hell the best decision was for us. God gave me the answer because I did not get any phone calls from either resume I submitted.

I think all the above may have stemmed from fear about actually having to be in a real classroom now and being monitored by a cooperating teacher and supervisor. It wasn’t a mock classroom anymore. I didn’t know if I was ready for a real setting.


After that phone call I was beyond livid. We went back up to the bank. I started raising my voice to “Barbara” and telling her what the Assistant Director of the SBA said. It was one of those “Uh Uh” moments. She reverted back to how the business isnt making any money. At that point, all I heard was noise – think of the teacher voice on Charlie Brown. That was a dead end obvioulsy.

Months passed and our financial situation got worse. We got a phone call from our realtor. She told us she had a local woman interested in the gym and wanted to know if I could drop her off an extra key and some paperwork. Unlike “Kevin” I  provided a REAL member number list. A little background on this prospective buyer – Think Jersey Shore (tv show) looking with a British accent, what guys would call a “bangin bod,” long nails polished, a lot of makeup, VERY rich and possibly an entire bottle of perfume.  We will call her “Lizzy.” Early on our attorney called her a “tire kicker” and that is exactly what she turned out to be. She kept us on the hook for nine months. Every phone call, whether we spoke to her or her husband, they wanted more and more information and more time. The last phone call we received from them they wanted us to wait longer because they wanted to refinance their house to get extra money for the purchase. Can you even believe it? People this is my life. You can’t make this up. WHY ME? She told us they needed two months and that they wanted us to hold membership steady at the number it was at which at that point I think was about 185 members. We held steady for the two months and never heard from them. Membership started declining even more again due to members losing their jobs or what have you. When we called to get a status update and told her we had the membership steady for two months and never heard from her and how membership declined more, there was dead silence on the other end of the phone. After the silence, she again asked us to wait longer. We gave her a deadline and said if we didn’t hear from her we would have to shut the gym down because we just couldn’t do it on our end anymore.

In addition to the stress of a failing business and a strained marriage, my father was in and out of the hospital from a heart attack, additional chest pains, getting a stent put in, and bleeding. Could it possibly have gotten any worse? It did. I had a pet cockatiel for 14 years. She fell off her perch and started twitching her head. We took her to the vet and the poor bird was a nervous wreck shaking. Not sure if you know anything about cockateils but they get very attached to their owners and don’t like being in strange places. The vet gave us antibiotics that had to be administered with an eye dropper like tool. I hate vets. No offense to any out there. It’s just I have friends that have many animals and every time they took their pets to vets, it wasn’t long after that the pets passed away. My bird was never 100% again but she was ok for a while.

“Lizzy”, my father, and my bird situations happened from the end of 2007 on through almost the end of 2008. Again I said it couldn’t get any worse. Yet another domino fell. On Novemebr 15, 2008 I received a phone call from my full-time job telling me they were laying people off due to the lack of work because of the floundering economy. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? This is happening again NOW?  While I was still working for the company, our department was taken over by a young woman, who honestly had no clue about what we did in this specific aspect. My old boss got a promotion and went to another department. A few times this new woman suggested stuff and it was like “uh yeah we already were doing that.” Anyone that is a woman and works for a woman knows how catty some of them can be especially if they feel threatened because you actually know more than they do and they are supposed to be the boss. In any case, I was once again being layed off in the midst of a failing business. Thank God for unemployment. It was at that time my husband and I had a long talk and said we had enough. That’s when we decided we weren’t waiting for the tire kicker anymore and to now more than ever get control over this.

On the same day I lost my job, I registered for the Praxis II Exam to become an English Teacher. My test was scheduled for a Saturday in March 2009. Years ago when I wasn’t really into the profession I took the test twice because I was working at the first company in another department where I was getting up at 3 a.m. and I needed to get out because it was killing me.  The two times I took the test I didn’t get the score I needed. When I took the test the first two times, I was still at that “I deserve- wooo is me” phase so I really didn’t care if I passed it or not.


Had orientation today at Kean University for my upcoming one day a week internship. I got a GREAT Supervisor. He seems very cool, very laid back, and eager to help. THANK GOD! The last thing I needed was some stuffy suit! I am a nervous wreck as it is!

Back to “Rachel” and her husband’s lawsuit against “Kevin.” After heading towards a court date, “Rachel” and her husband
hired a private investigator to check on several of “Kevin’s” dealings. Turns out the couple that bought TWO gyms from “Kevin” were taken for over $400,000 on their deals. Same pattern as with all of us but thank GOD we didn’t spend that much money. There were also other issues as well that we weren’t privy to. The private invesigator tracked down all of “Kevin’s” former employees and looked into his back dealings. He was even looking into whether “Kevin” really had a baby son that died. Can you imagine if that was a lie and he used the same story with all of us? What an absolute DISGRACE! When it got back to “Kevin” about the hiring of the PI, he settled quickly with “Rachel” and her husband. The one thing that was thought about and that was being looked into with “Kevin” was why did he separate himself with so many layers on the gym businesses? The answer was to protect his license. IF he really was sending patients to the fitness facility for treatment as I had said in a few posts ago, he would have been in A LOT of trouble. Needless to say, the private investigator scared the hell out of him and the call to settle with “Rachel” and her husband was within a week them hiring the P.I. They got their deposit back and “Kevin” dropped his lawsuit against them for Breach of Contract. During all of this we contacted “Phil” because we thought about suing him too. Why didn’t he catch any of this? I don’t even think he looked at “Kevin’s” income tax returns.  It was obvious now why “Devri’s” accountant was against her buying the place. Her attitude through all this was not to get her involved because she would have a panic attack on the stand and that she didn’t know anything. COME ON! You worked for the guy all those years and you are gonna tell me you knew NOTHING? She probably did and used the panick attack as an excuse. Regardless of what she wanted, she would have been called if we had gone forward.

My husband and I obviously stopped going to “Kevin” in the chiropractic sense the minute we closed on the gym. After a while he sent us a “final” bill which was ridiculous. While the amount was small, he had given us a fixed rate at the office and then turned around and billed us for the balance. He also insisted that monies we got back from the insurance company were to be signed over to him. We tried to file a complaint with the Sheriff’s Department but he covered all his tracks and made the insurance fraud look legit.  The man is and always will be a crook and a snake. I don’t know who he had cooking his books but what a conartist and fraud. According to our second attorney we had no case with either situation. I’ll never understand that. He probably said that because he knew we didn’t have the money for a long drawn out court battle.

The whole situation with “Rachel” and her husband went on from about September 2006 through Novemebr 2007. We unfortuantely lost touch with them. I still have their contact information but I don’t know if they really want to hear from my husband and I. If they did, they probably would have contacted us.


The hubby and I utilized our Optimum Rewards Card for free movie day at Clearview. We saw Inception. GREAT movie! I highly recommend it. Be prepared for one million dollar question at the end – Is he still dreaming?

In the last post I told you about all these women drinking the Koolaid down in Texas. Time to discuss when we took over the gym.

When I got home from training, we closed on the business. I had my husband’s power of attorney because he could not get off work. At the closing, “Kevin” was not there. He gave his attorney power of attorney. Every last cent he could get from us he did – for little things. Keep in mind we got a shady no collateral loan from one of “Phil’s” connections at a big name bank based our gym having 275 members and the income that would be generated from that number.

As soon as I got the keys to the gym I drove up there that day to get things going. The place needed to be deatiled clean, painted, new blinds etc. “Kevin” did nothing. When I got there, the manager who we will call “Devri” (more on her in a bit) said there was a message for me already about the water cooler needing to be serviced. When I called the individual back, he had explained how the cooler was supposed to be serviced five months prior but that “Kevin” said he was selling the gym and to “let the new owners deal with it.” This is when one of many domino effects took place. I spent the rest of my time that day meeting members and having them fill out surveys to see how I could have made the place better in addition to the cosmetic aspect. What I started to realize when I went through these women’s surveys was they all had a bond with “Devri.” Every survey said how wonderful she was, that I needed to give her a raise, so on and so forth. The horrible thing is that I never checked how many members we had until three days later. When I did check them, I didn’t even print it out. So stupid. The number was astonishing! The actual number of members was 245! Not 275 that we were told but 245! That was 30 less people! That number dwindled even more when all of “Kevin’s” chiropractic patients started dropping their memberships when we took over the gym. What he did was send his patients to the gym as therapy for their backs and to inflate the numbers! He must have told them once he sells to drop their memberships! We got that loan based on income generated from 275 members! We knew right there we had been had. There wasn’t anything we could do at that point. We didn’t have the money to sue him. He knew we didn’t have a lot of money when we bought from him. He hatched a plan for us in the way beginning. He looked at us as suckers. We got played. The lemon was ours and now we had to spend a lot of money immediately to try and generate memberships on our own. It started to put a strain on my husband and I not only financially but in the marital aspect as well.

I tried using strategies they taught us during training. I had my husband bring an easel from his school so I could display a picture board that was created by the art teacher at my husband’s job. It said, “COUNTDOWN TO A NEW PIECE OF EQUIPMENT.” It basically said we needed X amount more members to be able to buy a new piece of equipment. We hired a painter, we bought new blinds, we scrubbed the place from head to toe, we got a new computer and the list goes on. We even had to have the equipment serviced because “Kevin” wanted to leave that to the new owners as well.

Besides “Devri”, I had to clean house of old employees. The ones I did keep were high school and college kids who didn’t care diddly squat about doing their job or making money for us. They never took part in the promotions we set up. Neither did “Devri.” Little did I know that these women and “Devri” all became close friends and hung out when “Devri” was not at work. That was another pitfall because for the two years we owned this albatross, “Devri’s” loyalties were never to us. It was always to the women. There was never a client/employee relationship. She never tried to push them to get their friends to join. She had no interest in pushing the sales aspect of the business on them. She cared more about maintaining friendships with these women than doing her job as a manager to help turn a profit. In her mind, we were the owners and that was our job just as long as she got a paycheck. Did she ever come out and say all this verbally? No, but her actions spoke volumes. The problem was if we fired her, we lost the whole morning clientele because they were all her “cronies.” This whole thing had become a disaster. We never even met the landlord or the super in charge of the building. Everything was discussed over the phone or through mail. It was my own business and I couldn’t even call the shots. “Devri” claimed she could only work the morning shift which meant if I worked in the gym to cut down payroll it would have to be at night from 4 p.m. -8 p.m. She even tried to pull the whole “I can’t work the day before holidays” line because she had to cook. HELLO? So did I. She didn’t think it was right that I made her work so I, THE OWNER OF THE PLACE AND HER BOSS, can cook for my family for the holidays. We called “Devri” a princess even though she was a short chunky older woman. Her and her husband had money as did her morning client buddies.

More to come . . .


As the closing on the franchise got closer “Phil” who told us in the beginning he would work with us every quarter to make sure we were on the right track, removed himself from our situation. He kept asking for the balance of his money and expected us to buy him an expensive bottle of scotch. The money we gave him. The scotch? Uh no! He turned out to be just like everyone else involved. 

“Kevin” forgot to disclose the fact that training for the franchise was mandatory and that I would have to go to Texas for 5 days for training on my own expense.  It seems “Kevin” forgot to tell us a lot of things.  I found it odd that a corporation would not pay travel and board expenses when they made training mandatory. I had to pay for my own airfare, my own hotel, and my own food and transportation. Do you know at they even charged you a quarter for water at the training facility? A quarter for a water! Anything to make another buck!

On my plane ride down to Texas I happened to notice that the woman sitting across from me on the isle seat was studying the same material I was for the franchise test. So I made conversation. It turned out she was staying in the same hotel as I was so we got to know one another. Let’s call her “Rachel.” It turned out she and her husband were buying one of “Kevin’s” other gyms in a different city. What were the odds? As we started talking, our notes were very similar. He used the same story about his son dying with them. He also told them he wanted to downsize. The only difference between us and them was they had business experience so her husband was one to play hard ball and not take “Kevin’s” shenanigans. If only we followed suit. On the last day of training we both couldn’t wait to go home. “Rachel” and I were meant to meet one another. God puts different people in your life for a reason whether that is a specific stranger, teacher, friend, or partner.  

The funniest thing was how every woman in the training room except “Rachel” and I approached the CEO of the Corporation. Women were lined up with the line wrapped around the room to shake hands with this guy like he was the second coming or something. They were getting autographs and taking pictures with this man. It must have been our New Jesrey attitudes because we wanted no part of that and found it very cult like. Kinda creepy how everyone was drinking the Koolaid. 

When we returned home our spouses happened to be waiting in the same area of the airport so they got to know one another some. We exchanged phone numbers and emails and said we were going to keep in touch. We were going to let each other know what was going on with our respected gyms.  

What happens next with our business and what happens with “Rachel” is unbelievable. Stay tuned!


Sorry for on and off posts but my hubby has been sick. He starting to feel better now :-). Depending on how the hubby feels today, we are supposed to go friends’ annual end of the summer party and then to the Giants preseason game against the Steelers. We are season ticket holders and spilt the season with my brothers. Looking forward to the new stadium. I am one of those crazy female football fanatics! Trust me. What you would see of me is nothing like what you would see when I am at or watching a football game. Just call me one of the guys without the beer!

Last I mentioned we borrowed $10,000 from my father to give to the landlord as a 6 month security deposit. There were so many things that happened that were definitely signs from God or a higher power whatever your preference, but we ignored every one of them.  Did you ever hear that story of the man standing on the roof with the floods coming? He was initailly warned beforehand and told to evacuate but he didn’t heed the warning and said no no God would save him. The waters rose to a point where a boat came and told him to get in. He said no no God was going to save him. The floods got worse. Next a helicopter came and he was on the last part of the roof that was above water. The man said no no God was going to save him. The helicopter flew away. Meanwhile the house went under water and the guy drowned. When he got to the pearly gates, he asked Jesus why he didn’t come and save him. Jesus explained how he sent people to warn him, a boat, and a helicopter. The moral of the story sometimes we are being saved from a horrible situation when we don’t even know we are being saved. We are always looking for a big miracle or the big sign when it’s the little miracles or little signs that save us.

As time went on, things got more and more hectic. I was going to work in the department I hated but I still kept in touch with my old boss. She and I would IM throughout the day. Right before the closing on the franchise, she offered me a part-time job doing what I did when I received my promotion but working from home for the associate company. It was very convenient. I would be able to work from home doing the job I loved and if there was an emergency at my business, I could drive 10 minutes and be there or work the late afternoon shift at the business. We thought it was a win win situation so I quit my full-time job to work at the associate company part-time from home. Our small business consultant didn’t approve. It was this decision and one other big one that pushed “Phil” over the edge. Remember in the last post I mentioned how “Kevin” did not want to give us the money from the prepay memberships? Well my husband and I set up a meeting with “Kevin” at the gym to discuss this. We figued without the prepay memberships we would not have enough money in our business account to cover the beginnings of expenses. While LEGALLY all prepays were ours, we didn’t know that and thought this would take a legal battle which we really couldn’t afford so we agreed to split the prepay memberships with him. That knocked about $6,000 off the purchase price. We negotiated this into our Intent Letter. No one thought this was a smart move. Again what did we know? We had zero contact with our attorney who, if we did contact her, billed us for every email, every phone call, and every question. She even had the audacity to bill us for my husband doing her a favor. My husband dropped off documents to her. She billed us for my husband walking into the lobby and her walking out to receive the documents. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Our small business consultant wouldn’t get back to us quickly when “Kevin” wanted immediate decisions so we felt forced to make decisions on our own. “Kevin” knew that and that is why he did it because he knew we were emotional and would make the wrong decisions. He just LOVED to tell my husband how I wore my emotions on my sleeve and didn’t know how to “keep my cards close to my chest.” Anyone that knows me knows that I am not a game player. I say what I feel. I act how I act. You like it great. You dont? That’s great too! I am not manipulating, a liar, a cheat, or a sneak. Neither is my husband. This in turn is why we would never make good business owners.

To be continued . . .


After calling and inquiring about “Cardinal Unsecured” we decided to definitely NOT go in that direction. Turns out they wanted to offer us 3 different loans at various variable interest rates and add the interests rates together. Sounds like someone was slumming in their basement with this one!

We called our accountant at the time (Another crook – we no longer use him – go figure) and made an appointment to meet with him to see if he can offer assistance with investors. During our meeting he suggested someone for us to call. We will call him “Phil.” Phil was a retired CEO who now worked as a small business consultant and business professor. Our accountant set up a meeting with Phil. Prior to our meeting, Phil called us and wanted us to bring our credit reports, bank statements, etc. In turn he was going to do due diligence on the franchise and bring us the information.

Fast forward to the day “Phil” agreed to be our small business consultant for a lovely fee of $2,500.00  because he thought the franchise was a good investment, the price we were offered was lower than most being sold, and because he knew for sure he could get us a no collateral loan because of his “connections” at a certain bank. The catch? My husband and I had to show we had at least $25,000 on hand which we didn’t. He said everything we bought for the franchise to keep the receipts and add that to the total. He also suggested if need be, we were to “withdraw money from our credit cards and put it in our savings account so the bank can see the money and then take it out of savings and send it back to the credit card company.” – Have you all seen how many red flags there have been? We were so trusting, so nieve, and such novices that we thought this was how things worked in the business world. Don’t they say it’s not what you know, it’s who you know? That totally back fired.

As time went on, “Kevin” and his actions became more and more shady. He told us the gym had 275 memberships. Games started being played of him allegedly shopping the franchise behind our back for a higher price or to move the sale along with us. He tried to keep prepay membership monies. He wouldn’t let us in the facility to verify anything. Because we were novices, we thought we were going to lose our sale and kept making our own decisions based on emotion. Where was our attorney you ask? She was another shady character given to us by none other than our former accountant. She charged us an arm and a leg for doing practically NOTHING. We never even had a face to face meeting with her. This was another reason we started making our own decisions. If we did bring up a concern to our small business guy, he would say “Don’t worry about it.” So we didn’t. We thought he was on our side. He was just another one taking us for a ride and wanted his money.

Meanwhile, after all the paperwork was submitted to the franchise headquarters, we were initially declined. All it took was us begging and the seller calling them for them to change their minds! WHAT!?!?!?! Again I say, ANOTHER red flag. Then there was another red flag – Monies were needed for the landlord. We didn’t have it. How did we get it? I borrowed it from my father. Because we didn’t have any collateral, the landlord wanted a 6 month deposit that was in the realm of a little over $10,000.00 Without that money from my father, the deal would have probably fell through. There was one point in time when my father said, “If I hadn’t given you that money then maybe. . . “


There will be no posts from Sunday Aug 15-Wednesday August 18. The hubby and I are going on a mini getaway to Mystic CT. It’s a much needed mental health vacation for a little R&R. Posts will continue on Thursday, Aug 19.

Whenever you can get away and clear your head, I suggest you do so. It is a good time for perspective and reflection. Plus everyone needs to stop and smell the roses now and again.  Have a great week! Until Thursday . . .


 “Kevin” claimed the gym had been on the market for $125,000 and he had a deal in place but it fell through. He said the former prospective buyer kept dragging his feet and seemed like a shady character. The former buyer was a shady character? “Kevin” made Fabin from Oliver look like saint. Talk about picking pockets! “Kevin” commented that because we were his patients that he would sell it to us for such a “great price.”

As we were discussing the possibility of buying the business, “Kevin’s” phone rang. It was his wife. After having a minute of personal conversation, he began to tell her about our interest in the fitness facility. He told her how he offered it to us at the “great price.” It seemed his wife had offered the facility at the same “great price” to the current manager at the gym. The manager had apparently not come back with an answer yet. She was having her accountant look into it. Despite of the offer made to someone else, he presented us with a Letter of Intent and said, “Whoever gets back to me first with paperwork and the deposit will get it.”

That statement was kind of odd. A business deal should not be a race. How did he not know his wife offered the facility to someone? Was there a lack of communication between them? He handed us the Letter of Intent and asked that we touch base with him soon. We stood up, thanked him, and left. It wasn’t until we got in the car that we looked at the Letter of Intent which stated that he wanted a $10,000.00 deposit within two business days, the buyer to pay his transfer fee of $3,000 to the corporation, and to pay the attorney fees the landlord would incur to either transfer the lease over to us, or make a lease that assigned “Kevin” as the individual to sublet. We both started questioning where we would get $99,000. We had nothing at that point except $14,000.00 in a savings account to go toward a down payment on a house. We didn’t own property. I just found out I lost my job and was being transferred to another department again. In our minds, if we took out a loan for a so called profitable business, we could treat it like a mortgage payment. It would give us practice. We would make extra payments on the principle from the profits of the business to get it paid off faster. But the business had to stay and be profitable or this wasn’t going to work.

Every bank I called inquired if we owned a home or if anyone could co-sign for us. We didn’t own a home. The two cars we had were paid off but weren’t worth anything. Both of us had over 100,000 miles on our vehicles. Each bank I spoke with acknowledged our high FICO scores but stated that without collateral, there wasn’t anything they could do. It seemed everyone was concerned about the almighty dollar or what you had to back a loan. No one asked about the income on the business. At that point, it seemed no one would qualify us for a loan. We should have taken that as another red flag but we didn’t. However, I was on a mission. With my department shutting down, I had to make something happen before transferring to the new department. I wanted out of Corporate America and all the political and cut throat bullshit that was associated with it. I started performing searches on the internet. I typed ‘How to receive a no collateral loan’ and ‘no collateral loans’ in the search area. I came upon a website for a company we will call “Cardinal Unsecured.”  I clicked on the link and started reading about the company and the services it offered. After showing my husband, he decided to call and see what they were about.

 


Good Morning everyone! Sorry about not posting yesterday. It was a busy day and the hubby wasn’t feeling well at night. To continue:

Made a Deal with the Devil

Monday came quicker than I would have liked. Going to work was not exciting anymore. I still had two months left in the department. I thought the work I was doing was a total waste of time considering. After talking with my husband, we thought it was best if I took the transfer to the other department since the salary and benefits would stay the same. I honestly didn’t want that but there are two people in a marriage.

After leaving work that Monday, I met my husband at our chiropractor’s office. I will refer to the chiropracter as “Kevin” or other various words. My husband had arrived before I did. We were both early. He sat in my car until we had to go inside for our appointment. I picked my husband’s brain to find out what he thought about looking into one of those women’s circuit fitness centers. While we knew nothing about them, we knew our chiropracter owned a bunch of them. Let me just add that when we first went to this specific chiropracter for a consultation, we explained we were interested in working with someone who was going to be up front with us, someone who had no hidden agendas, or no hidden costs. We gave him a brief synopsis about what had happened to us at our prior chiropractor’s office in West Jersey.  We explained how we were being over billed and how he didn’t let us know when we ran out of insurance money and then handed us a large bill.  The only thing this snake oil salesman said in response to that was, “I will always be straight with you but I can’t promise you that we may not have to do some different things.”

Weeks went by and discussions started heating up between my husband and I about a women’s fitness facility. We started performing internet searches. We found forums, the company website that detailed a purchase, and different reviews. Top business magazines were rating it the #1 facility to own.  From what we were reading, it sounded like a good investment. It seemed very popular. The idea was that if we did this, I would continue to keep my job in client services once I was transferred. I would eventually work in the facility full-time and quit my job.

It was a Friday night. It was time for our weekly ritual of Chinese takeout, a nice bottle of wine, and Ghost Whisperer. During our dinner conversation my husband suggested we go in and look at one of the women’s gyms. He also said he was going to feel the waters with this chiropracter to see what he had to say. 

You can imagine the irony of the situation when my husband told Kevin that we were interested in one of these gyms. The snake oil salesman told him he just happened to be downsizing and selling off his gyms to quote “Spend more time with his family.” A Ha Interesting . . . In any case, my husband set up a meeting with him for the end of the week so we could sit down and discuss this possible business venture.

When the end of the week arrived and we met with the good doctor, what he said to us to lower our guard was terrible. To start off, we sat in his office for fifteen minutes before he came in. When he entered, he apologized and made a comment about an insurance blip. “Kevin” sat down and started explaining how he owned six of the fitness facilities and how out of the six, he just sold two of them not too long ago. He said he was trying to sell them all and focus on chiropractic. The story he told next was the heart breaking tale. He explained how the picture hanging on the wall over his desk was of his baby son who had died. He went on to say how sick over it his wife and he were, how life was too short, and he didn’t want to own a bunch of businesses anymore. He wanted to just focus on one so he could spend more time with his wife and other kids because you never knew what life would bring. “Kevin” explained more about the business, what kind of profits he had made, how many members were in the facility he wanted to sell us, and what the cost would be. He referred to it as “This great price of $99,000.” Great price of $99,000? Sounds like an oxymoron to me now. 

To be continued . . .