So I'm visiting my seester in AZ and she brought me to the gym where she works with an awesome trainer that she loves. I'm not super comfortable in gyms ever since that time I made the mistake of making out with my trainer in the women's only weight room (I was in my 20s... don't judge), and although I love the variety of equipment a gym provides, I can't really stomach the salesmanship of gyms. And the guys that make loud grunting noises while they lift. I mean, whatever floats your boat, but it's not really my thing. (Except for Diablo Rock Gym, and most climbing gyms... they rock! Har! I'm so funny.)
Anyway, I'm excited to go do a workout with my sister and check out the place she frequents. As we walk in the door, however, we are greeted by Douchbag Gym Owner. Now, I don't throw this term around lightly. I'm a pretty chill person and tend to just go with the flow. Most of the time I'm actually pretty zen and happy and not phased by much. Being someone who avoids confrontation like the plague, this works out pretty well for me. But this guy? Omg. No smile. Clearly irritated that I'm there. Apparently, according to him, there's a rule at the gym where guest passes don't apply to out-of-state guests because they "can't make a sale, then." Really? He then proceeds to make a big deal out of making an exception for me, but not in a friendly way. I wanted to say, "So, common courtesy doesn't apply to people from out-of-state?" But I didn't want to make a big deal of it, because my sister goes to this gym and, being naturally a big chicken, it was easier to just let it slide.
He then proceeds to have me fill out paperwork, including my address. He ads in, just for the charm effect, "And don't put the local address where you're staying. Put your real address." He still hasn't made any eye contact with me, said "Hi." or "Welcome to our gym." mind you. We finally leave the front desk and my sister goes off with her trainer. He continues to not smile, make eye contact, or give me anything other than the cold shoulder. I finally just left and sat outside because it felt so uncomfortable. Whatever.
My future, confident, bad-ass self went back in and asked him one question, "What impression do you think I'm leaving your gym with?" I wanted to spell everything out for him from my perspective. I wanted to say:
1st- I worked at the front desk of a gym for several years and if I had ever treated someone that came in the door in the manner you treated not only me, but your paying member, I would have been fired on the spot.
2nd- Do you really think that being friendly, welcoming, and willing to let some rule slide would be that big of a hardship to your gym? And if so, then maybe you need a different business model.
3rd- Guess what? I'm a blogger with a following of 800k. And guess what I'm going to be blogging about tonight? The shitty experience I had at your gym. Which could have so easily gone in a completely different direction. (this is future self, remember? Current self has zero followers, but a girl can dream!)
Maybe I should chalk it up to the guy being on his man-period. Or being a cog in the giant wheel that gets treated like shit on a daily basis. Turns out he's the new man in charge. Stay gold, ponyboy. Stay gold.
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