Kicking Ass… and What’s My Name Again?

April 28, 2019

            I never thought an old man could kick my ass so effectively. I am not talking about Jeffrey, but about his trainer Mr. Reyes. I started my involuntary training last Monday. I didn’t know how early Mr. Reyes woke me up until he handed the small black digital wristwatch. Jeffrey took my cell phone and smartwatch when he knocked me out about a month ago. I don’t have time to focus on that though, because I feel like I need to tell you about this man. Mr. Reyes already had the light on by the time I heard his voice telling me to wake up. When I looked at my new watch, I saw that it was 0400 hours, which Mr. Reyes insisted that I keep everything in military time to minimize confusion. The man that looked me in the eyes became revealed in the swinging light. Mr. Reyes was a short man with a lean muscular body. Even in the poor light, I could tell that he wasn’t white, and his accent didn’t fit any of the North American regions I know about. 

 I never thought an old man could kick my ass so effectively. I am not talking about Jeffrey, but about his trainer Mr. Reyes. I started my involuntary training last Monday. I didn’t know how early Mr. Reyes woke me up until he handed the small black digital wristwatch. Jeffrey took my cell phone and smartwatch when he knocked me out about a month ago. I don’t have time to focus on that though, because I feel like I need to tell you about this man. Mr. Reyes already had the light on by the time I heard his voice telling me to wake up. When I looked at my new watch, I saw that it was 0400 hours, which Mr. Reyes insisted that I keep everything in military time to minimize confusion. The man that looked me in the eyes became revealed in the swinging light. Mr. Reyes was a short man with a lean muscular body. Even in the poor light, I could tell that he wasn’t white, and his accent didn’t fit any of the North American regions I know about. 

    Now, I wish I could say that my training sessions were like the movies, hard but fulfilling, but they are on more of a range from miserable to a living hell. Really, I’m surprised I have any desire, or energy, to make today’s entry. I almost didn’t come to the computer today, but Mr. Reyes insisted that I did. I am almost surprised that he didn’t hover over my shoulder and correct my writing. Mr. Reyes said that it is necessary for a person to continue their rituals if they want to be successful. Do I want to be successful? I thought I did, but it seems to be a painful and lonely process so far. You have to be careful not to lose your old self too quick. Mr. Reyes told me to worry less about my former self because that will only hold me back. I don’t know who he is trying to make me into, but I must admit that I’m curious. I don’t really know if I could quit at any time. I don’t want to ask Jeffrey that question in fear of his rage. The man knows how to strike fear into those that work for him. I’ve heard stories from some of the other employees about people he has killed under his employment for behavioral issues. I plan not to let myself be one of those unfortunate employees.

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