I hate to complain, but. . .
Last night I was pretty psyched to go to 24hour Fitness, so as soon as I got home, Brandon and I threw together a bag of clothes to change into and hopped into the car and headed over for our appointment to tour the gym. When we walked in, there was the standard perky girl happy to help us. I let her know that we had a six-thirty appointment and no, Crystal (the girl that I spoke to on the phone) did not tell us who the appointment was with. Pretty soon, Helpy Helperton (hereafter known as Jimmy Staab) comes over to see just what the problem is. After ten minutes of combing the entire book for our names, he asks what our appointment is for: personal trainer, diet and nutrition, etc. We let him know that we have come to receive our free week passes. Jimmy Staab has a mini-tantrum and lets us know that the appointment book he has been searching through is for members only and that we were probably supposed to just have an unscheduled sit-down with one of the sales people. It must have been our lucky day because Jimmy Staab is a sales person and, after he recovered from his fit, he led us to his desk for the sit-down. He had us fill out guest forms and asked us questions about our health and workout habits and typed away at his little computer that now holds a wealth of our information.
After we were properly enlisted, he took us on the grand tour. Fortunately, this particular 24hour Fitness is located in a shopping center and there is a huge picture window that shows off all the happy worker-outers on the exercise machines. My favorite. Anyway, it turns out that it is a pretty large facility with large group exercise rooms, basketball courts, swimming pool, hot tub, sauna, steam room, and millions of machine. I like the machine that I like to call the nautilus (the low impact elliptical aerobic workout machine) so as soon as I changed, I claimed one for my own and began my twenty minute workout. Brandon milled around for a bit and ended up on the nautilus next to me for the last seven minutes of my workout.
When we finished our session, we grabbed our clothes and headed over to see Jimmy Staab to grab our week long passes and hear about the amazing discounts they had available for Brandon and I. When Jimmy Staab presented all the lovely workout packages he had for us, none of them really appealed to me and I could tell by Brandon's facial expression that he wasn't buying it either. (I guess these were all trade-in-your-week-pass deals). Jimmy Staab looked at us intently and asked which plan he could sign us up for. Brandon said he wasn't sure he wanted to join yet, so Jimmy Staab turned to me and asked if I wanted to get started on my membership. I was like, are you kidding?! I didn't say that, though. I said, "I am still deciding." He asked, "What are you deciding on?" I said, as sweetly as I could manage, "Whether or not to join!"
Jimmy Staab shook his head and went to the office to grab some forms to get us our passes. When he came back, he asked, "Why did you guys even put your names in the drawing?" I tried not to look as appalled as I feel, but Brandon says I am not so good at hiding how I really feel. Luckily, Jimmy Staab answered his own question before we could respond: "Just to try out the club?" Brandon and I managed nods. OF COURSE TO TRY OUT THE CLUB, WHY DOES ANYONE ENTER A DRAWING FOR A FREE MEMBERSHIP?! YIKES!!
Brandon and I thanked Jimmy Staab, grabbed our passes, and headed out to the car before we could discuss the manner in which Jimmy Staab behaved. Maybe I am making too much out of this, but it just seemed that he was treating us like we were stupid. The people I work with told me to report him to the manager, however I have my week long pass and I wouldn't want to have to face him after I turned him in.
Besides, I think that would be a little over the top.
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