Tuesday, February 7, 2012

My First Job. It was 1985...

A few girlfriends and I were discussing job options for my daughter.
She's 17 and itching for her 1st paycheck.
This launched us into sharing our own first jobs
 A hoot!  Here’s mine:

 It was 1985. My mother was a member of  “Mona Lisa Spa.” She went frequently.
The owner decided they needed a new employee. My mother told them about me.
 I was 18.  I got the job.
Now here’s the thing.  Mona Lisa really wasn’t really a spa or a gym.  It was a throwback place right out of the 60’s and 70’s.  MAYBE you’d see a gal on a bike but the main reason they came was the Spring Machine. It probably had a fancier name. 
"Effortless Beauty" or something like that.  But all I remember are the gigantic metal springs.

Here's how it worked: Basically, older gals would come in at their appointed time, step into a giant machine that was made of bars and ginormous heavy duty springs.  I would hook them up into these machines. In a standing position, I’d wrap their bodies into it. I’d adjust the tension, turn on the machine. They’d stand there as huge springs vigorously ran up and down their bodies.. .for like 20 minutes.  Seriously.  I am not kidding you.

I couldn't find a graphic of the machine anywhere, but picture this one,
except vertical w/ more bars and springs heading upwards.

(smoking and reading, my kind of workout.)

There’d be 4 to 5 ladies going at once in all these machines. It was quite loud.
While they were ‘being rubbed’ and their cellulite was shakin’ away, they’d chat or read the paper. There was one hazard – boob smash. One time I was off on my adjustment and it went too high, and the springs had a field day on one poor old gal's bosom.  One super annoying lady would come in, read the paper wearing gloves, then just drop the papers on the floor as she was done with each page. Then not pick them up. She’d just step out of the machine and  leave the papers scattered everywhere.  
This drove me insane.
Her and those stupid white gloves still annoy me 25 years later.

Mona Lisa had one of these too:

I swear it was 1985 and not 1965.
The women would drill me on the college classes I was taking and how many credits I had. They basically scared me half to death.
But I survived. That was my first foray into empl0yment.
I never actually USED the spring machine myself, thank goodness.
But, back in those days I was a mere 100 lbs.

Ohhhhh to be 18 again!

xo Jeanne.


  1. Oh my goodness! How bizarre and torturous those machines look! Your post reminded me of one of my first jobs as a nanny....the mom would blow her nose and then just drop the tissue on the floor for me to pick up! Can you imagine????

    Hah! Thanks for the laughs this morning!

  2. Oh my goodness, when I was 18 I also worked at a health spa called "Susan Slender" and there were machines very simular to what you are showing us. I use to give glasses and put a record on the stereo to exercise with LOL.
    I enjoyed your post so much.
    Have a sweet day, Elizabeth

  3. That is hilarious!
    This will give me the incentive to get back on that treadmill... those 'old ladies' were probably our age now :-)

  4. How hysterical! I just want to know...do you think it really worked?


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