At risk of power-levelling or life-storying again over my accursed gym, we had ourselves quite the incident on Saturday.
In the last few months, the gym has employed a new instructor, all lesbian and bulldyke piercings. You can probably fill in the rest of the story yourselves but nonetheless:-
Using the seated bicep curl machine, I load up the bar without bar clips. At the business end of my set, straining etc etc, I half-see this cunt waving at me briefly and then walking off. No idea over what, plus with earphones banging KLF at max intensity I’m even less aware of reality so I shake my head, rest up and saunter toward the bench press.
After one set of inclines, we get another visit from this warthog and this time she screams - literally screams - “I TOLD YOU TO USE THE BAR CLIPS ON THE FREE WEIGHTS. PUT THEM ON.” And she stomps off. The whole place is looking at me and in that momentary confusion I’m fucking stunned.
Should I be using the clips? Most of the time yes I should be, aside from squats. Is that reaction a completely disproprtionate way to correct someone not strictly doing what they are supposed to? YES. Does anyone in this gym ever get spoken to like that? NO. Does anyone get so firmly scolded for not using clips? NEVER. Has a male instructor ever shouted at me like that? NEVER. Never in 20+ years of training, assisting, correcting or admonishing.
The rage builds and before I know it I find myself with only one course of action in this situation - violence is out, arguing is out, ignoring it is definitely out. So with the effortless agility that only a huge shot of adrenaline can provide, I end up Karening to the reception, finding the duty manager and delivering a truly world-class complaint; eloquent yet angry, direct yet detailed. The DM goes off to check the CCTV (which had audio, natch) and returns thereafter apologetic and passes it up to the centre manager.
Today I was emailed further sorries and agreed to meet the manager at my next session, which would be tomorrow.
I’ll be hoping for an employment termination; especially so close to Christmas. Realistically, I’ll settle for this shitcunt being forced to spend the rest of her days telling every weights user in the gym every few minutes to use bar clips, which NO-ONE ever does, until she ends up fitted in one of those nice jackets which tie up at back, a warm padded room and an exclusively soft food diet.
Hush up, cunt.