So last week I was having one of those days at work!

Not a bad day, just hectic. Every time I accomplished something, I realized I had fifty more things to do. Every time I thought I was ahead, I really was behind.

Around 2:00pm, I was going to knock out a few projects when one of my managers came up to me and said:

“Hey, you know you have an interview right now!”

Ahhhh! That is right. We were looking for a new cook, so I set up some random interviews. I like to do the first one so I can see who will be good, and who will not.
I got organized and went to the interview. I did not look over the application, I was going to do it when I sat down.

The candidate stood up….

I knew exactly who he was!

He introduced himself…..

I remembered his name! I remembered it very well!

We sat down and he started to talk. He was telling me about how long he cooked, and how he was responsible and dependable. He had no idea who I was. It has been a while since he saw me.

During the interview, I spoke once. I asked one question!

“I see that you worked at “this restaurant” a few years back. Why did you leave?”

He went on this long tangent how they did not give them enough hours, and although he did a great job for them, it just did not work out. He left on good terms.

He was a liar! Six years Ago he got fired because he called me a “Fat F***”.

When you are overweight, you are called every name in the book! Porky Pig, Fatty, Chunk, Chris Farley, Jabba The Hut, Cartmen, etc. It does not hurt when people call you those names…

It hurts when those names do not affect you anymore. It hurts when you expect it.

When I moved to Orlando, I worked a very short time at a local Mom and Pop place. I managed there for maybe a month. At the time, it was hard to find a job moving to Florida, but once you are in Florida, the sky is the limit.

When I was there, I asked this employee to recook a steak because the guest did not like it rare. He snatched the steak, and proceeded to say “Fat F***” to me.

I sent him home and told him he was fired.

I was a little shocked. I have never been called that before.

I told the Owner/general manager what happened. He looked at me and said:

“Well, maybe you should reconsider. He is our best cook! I mean, maybe we can talk to him about it.”

I was shocked. I told the owner that he was fired. If he wanted to hire him back, it would be my last day! Even at 420 pounds, I still had to have some pride!

When I hire employees, I look for integrity, not so much for experience/talent. You can teach someone how to cook. It is hard to teach respect.

The owner agreed and he was fired. I always feel bad when someone loses employment, because people still have to pay bills. This time I did not feel bad. What he said was degrading!

The owner’s hesitation made me leave there as well. Throughout my life, I realized that I had to keep my pride. Now, I have a lot of it. I do not tolerate people calling me or anyone else names. Call me Tony, that is my name. Trust me, I do not make fun of myself.

So here we were now. He had no idea who I was. After so many years, I changed my life. I am two weeks into a maintenance program where I …

Work out twice a day, with a new program
Had my wife make a face when I ate microwaved Fiber One with water
Ate clean all week
Wore a medium shirt instead of ordering a medium Coke

At the end of the interview, I told him there was no way I was going to hire him.

“I do not understand, why?”

I proceeded to tell him that story about the employee who called me a “Fat F***”. His smile turned to fear. It is a face that is etched in my mind forever.

People ask me all the time how can I “only” eat fruits, vegetables, and lean meats. How can I work out. How come I can not eat a pizza?

That face makes all of my hard work worth it!

A the end he looked at me and said:

“Wow, you look good sir!”

Without hesitation, I said:

“You finally got my name right!”

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