In a realitively spontaneous act, I applied for a job a week ago at Lululemon, a yoga-fitness store. It’s headquarters are in Canada. They sell overpriced yoga pants and accompanying attire, and burst the logo “Live Well.”

I have since ended my stint in the yoga world due to family commitments in Illy, but I still want to reflect on my first shot at a summer career.

Check them out (I actually really, really like their stuff): http://www.lululemon.com/community/blog/

Sure, it all makes sense. Buy an outfit, go to yoga and feel lululicious. I wonder, however, how people view a recent college graduate working in a yoga store to feed her material desires. For example, whilst unpacking boxes my first (and last) day, I almost could not resist the silky new pants and jackets that I was in charge of “tagging.” If you don’t know what tagging is, you can remain at peace with yourself.

While I practiced the art of “educating” the customers, I could picture my newly minted bachelor’s degree gathering dust.

The thought process behind taking the job resulted from the lack of opportunities currently available and the fact that Lulu pays for one-two fitness classes per week for all employees. For a former college athlete, that’s a pretty sweet deal.

I didn’t get to do this part, but every Lulu employee has to set goals. Their manifesto reads:

Write down your short and long-term GOALS four times a year. Two personal, two business and two health goals for the next 1, 5 and 10 years. Goal setting triggers your subconscious computer.

I guess triggering the concious computer isn’t enough. I’ll do this exercise here.

HEALTH GOALS, for days when I choose to abhor hot dogs and salt and vinegar chips (shudder).
1. Drink 2-3 water bottles per day. By this I mean drink water out of my awesome, newly purchased, stainless steel bottle from Starbucks. I feel healthier just from looking at its glorious black-steel exterior.
2. Exercise 5 times a week. This is hard for me, especially in the summer. For all of those who are under the impression that I run daily, you’re wrong. Just because you frequently spotted me hauling my oversize derriere down Beach Road more often than not, I followed that up with a nice sit on the deck and a bowl of Annie’s. I know beautiful days encourage others to work out more, but sometimes I find myself heading straight for the pool chair. Note: I say pool because I do in fact belong to the neighborhood swim club. There is no beach here, just exhaust fumes and overly chlorinated water. Plus, I need to maintain my “I’m semi-thin and I still drink like I was in college” form.

BUSINESS, because it’s all about the benjamins, baby.
1. Get a job. No, but seriously. I’ve been after this for months, and isn’t that what this self-proclaimed “blog” is about anyway? I will eat my hat for a job. In fact, I’ll eat yours. I even have my resume printed on fancy paper. That’ll show ‘em.
2. Once getting said job, attempt in every way, shape and form to move up the presumed corporate ladder. I’ve always wondered – how can a ladder be corporate? I think the phrase should be “move up the corporate…belt. Like, make a notch on the ol’ belt. Or…not.

PERSONAL GOALS
Well. That’s personal, isn’t it?

Now that I have sufficiently reflected on the few days of lululicious living, I can honestly say that that job was in the top five worst employee experiences of my life.

I’m only 22, though. I’m sure I’ll have more.