Tammi’s job at the gym was simple. She was there to look good. She pretended to be working out, but generally only did rather non-exerting things. The idea was that women felt with enough work they could be like her, and the men would come to the gym just to look at her. Now that Barney was the one in her body, that job was his...if he wanted it. For the pay and the effort, Barney couldn’t see a reason not to take it. It sure beat his old job as an accountant. Plus, with his math skills, he figured he could invest his money properly and be able to retire in ten years or so. It seemed like a good plan.