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fredericksYesterday, on our way out of the gym, I informed the brolets that I needed to make a stop at a CVS or Walgreens type store on the way home. Middle bro asked "why?" in that annoying way they tend to have, and I opened my mouth to respond with my typical "none of your business" when I thought well, fuck it and said "since you want to know, I need some sanitary napkins to sop up the blood that is currently leaking out of my vagina". Man, if I had a goddamn camera and a time machine I could go back and snap a picture that would keep me in stitches until the day I die. Three faces stared back at me in such horror I literally had to hold my sides to in a futile effort to stop the laughter pains. The older one told me, in the most sincere way he could manage, "that is sooooo TM-effin'-I". Of course, during the ride home I had to chime in with an occasional "'I'm bleed-ing, I'm bleed-ing!'" a la Tron from "Mad Real World". Good times.
I'm biding time until I have to head out to work. I'm in my room under the pretense of taking a nap, but I find myself websurfing and making plans for things I will most likely never end up undertaking. I've opened up this "update" window at least three times already. Something about the blank page makes me run for the hills. I'm restless, yes. This entry will show ample evidence of my restlessness.
Oh, right. Yesterday I met with a rep from the gym for a fitness evaluation. I only joined this gym three weeks ago, having thrown off the evil shackles of Bally's a short time ago (don't let me get started on them, pleasegod), and thought (foolishly) that the evaluation was some altruist action on the part of the institution. I mean, I am giving them money every month and all. I sat down with a gentleman with massive muscles and, right up front, shared my innermost hopes, fears, and expectations about exercise and weight loss. He seemed nice enough. At that time, anyway. Then he more or less made me cry on a couple of ab and upper-body weight machines.
Then came the sales pitch. Call me naive, but I didn't expect the situation to turn into an opportunity for the gym to push me into buying personal trainer time. And, fine, I might have been okay with it if they hadn't decided to try to humiliate me into the sale. I was reminded that I was overweight and that my body fat percentage was rather high, and then when that didn't work I was informed that I obviously couldn't manage to lose weight and wasn't "serious about my body" because I didn't want to give these assholes ("these" because at this point my formerly nice guy had run back to get his sales manager as a reinforcement) an additional $159 a month plus a $129 initiation fee. The only reason I didn't get up and walk away immediately when the first guy started telling me over and over how out-of-shape I was was because I'm too damn polite for my own good. They finally took a hint after ten minutes of wheedling didn't have an effect, and I left to ponder why I'm such an idiot.
What else has been new with me? Not much. Feeling more competent at work little by little, although giving report in the morning always makes me feel like I'm a blithering moron. Tentatively planning a cruise trip with one of the ladies from the book club. Thinking about refurnishing my room, painting the walls a new color scheme (lavender, pink, and white? yeah, what the fuck was going through my mind during high school, huh?), and stripping the floor down to the hardwood. I figure doing all of that would take a normal person a week...but for a master procrastinator such as myself I'd need two and a taskmaster. I have a week off coming up soon so I hope to accomplish *something, but I'm a fickle sort. And I keep wondering whether I should do the whole room thing or buy a laptop. It's an "either/or" situation because of the money involved, not just because my mind works in weird and occasionally "special" ways.
I'm biding time until I have to head out to work. I'm in my room under the pretense of taking a nap, but I find myself websurfing and making plans for things I will most likely never end up undertaking. I've opened up this "update" window at least three times already. Something about the blank page makes me run for the hills. I'm restless, yes. This entry will show ample evidence of my restlessness.
Oh, right. Yesterday I met with a rep from the gym for a fitness evaluation. I only joined this gym three weeks ago, having thrown off the evil shackles of Bally's a short time ago (don't let me get started on them, pleasegod), and thought (foolishly) that the evaluation was some altruist action on the part of the institution. I mean, I am giving them money every month and all. I sat down with a gentleman with massive muscles and, right up front, shared my innermost hopes, fears, and expectations about exercise and weight loss. He seemed nice enough. At that time, anyway. Then he more or less made me cry on a couple of ab and upper-body weight machines.
Then came the sales pitch. Call me naive, but I didn't expect the situation to turn into an opportunity for the gym to push me into buying personal trainer time. And, fine, I might have been okay with it if they hadn't decided to try to humiliate me into the sale. I was reminded that I was overweight and that my body fat percentage was rather high, and then when that didn't work I was informed that I obviously couldn't manage to lose weight and wasn't "serious about my body" because I didn't want to give these assholes ("these" because at this point my formerly nice guy had run back to get his sales manager as a reinforcement) an additional $159 a month plus a $129 initiation fee. The only reason I didn't get up and walk away immediately when the first guy started telling me over and over how out-of-shape I was was because I'm too damn polite for my own good. They finally took a hint after ten minutes of wheedling didn't have an effect, and I left to ponder why I'm such an idiot.
What else has been new with me? Not much. Feeling more competent at work little by little, although giving report in the morning always makes me feel like I'm a blithering moron. Tentatively planning a cruise trip with one of the ladies from the book club. Thinking about refurnishing my room, painting the walls a new color scheme (lavender, pink, and white? yeah, what the fuck was going through my mind during high school, huh?), and stripping the floor down to the hardwood. I figure doing all of that would take a normal person a week...but for a master procrastinator such as myself I'd need two and a taskmaster. I have a week off coming up soon so I hope to accomplish *something, but I'm a fickle sort. And I keep wondering whether I should do the whole room thing or buy a laptop. It's an "either/or" situation because of the money involved, not just because my mind works in weird and occasionally "special" ways.
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Date: 2007-04-09 09:38 pm (UTC)My brother claims he knew about the pitch, which is why he never met with them. You think he could have told me that. Punk.