I was in the gym the other day. This is not uncommon actually. One of the only things an unemployed person like myself has is the gym. Some days, the gym is the only thing that convinces me that I should actually try to interact with the public. And that’s mostly because I can wear my headphones. And, with the exception of the workout itself, I usually regret it. The interacting with the public part.
And here’s why.
Actually, I have to take a step back.
So my gym is undergoing a massive renovation. When I got back from the campaign, I went to the gym and the renovations were already underway. I was concerned that this would interfere with my workouts, but the super nice (and that’s not just because he was super cute and muscle-y with a beautiful smile) guy who helped me restart my membership assured me that 1) the work wouldn’t interfere with my workouts, and 2) we’d have a new sauna and yoga studio at the end of the work. Well, how could I not believe that smile? Especially when it’s telling me about a sauna?
For the most part, all’s been well at the gym. Except for the other day.
My workouts are pretty straightforward. Weights two to three times a week and cardio three to four times a week. If only I didn’t eat, drink, and smoke as much as I do, I’d be in great shape. Anyway, I do the weights workout on the lower level and the cardio workout on the main level. I go in; I do my workout; I leave. It’s great and I feel good about it. And I am a creature of habit so I like things to stay the same.
The latest change at the gym is that you have to enter a different door and check in at the welcome desk on the lower level. That’s right – they decided it would be a good idea to put the welcome desk in the middle of the area that I do most of my weight workouts in.
Okay, so we’re sacrificing for the sauna. I get it. I understand the whole yellow ribbon thing. But having the welcome desk smack dab in the middle of my weights workout means that distractions during my workouts is likely, if not probable.
Here’s an example.
I was at the cable machine, which I LOVE, doing some shoulder exercises (it’s actually a really great circuit that I find both challenging and relaxing), which is now directly across from the welcome desk, minding my own business. This woman comes in and is hovering at the welcome desk. She is an odd bird. Sorta looks like a tough, which is weird. But I try to ignore her and do my workout. Then this lady who’s been hanging out at the gym since the renovations started comes to the welcome desk with this guy, who I think could be a manager. She’s some sort of regional manager or something herself. I know this because Regional Manager, Manager, and Tough are now in a conversation and introductions are made. I don’t know exactly what the problem is, but it seems like the gym didn’t pay someone for something and the Tough is there to collect. At this point, Regional Manager, who is desperately trying to keep things calm – I mean, there is a Tough in the middle of the gym shaking her down and telling her that she doesn’t care that the could pay, she says they have to pay or the Tough won’t get her commission… though I have to say, I’ve seen toughs and shakedowns before and this didn’t seem all that intimidating to me – decides to make a joke. Regional Manager says, “Hey, I get it. No tick-y, no brick-y.”
What?! No fucking way she just said that. Are people still saying that? Is there any situation in which it is appropriate for a little white lady to say something like “No tick-y, no brick-y”? It simply can’t be that in 2008 – almost 2009 – with Barack Obama as our president-elect Regional Manager should think it’s okay to make an ethnic slur in front of other people. What is wrong with people?
Worst part, my workout was ruined. That sauna had better be finished soon.