Thursday, September 22, 2011

Don't hold the pickles

Why do people, especially young girls, think they're SO entitled? I mean, I understand the Now Generation and all that, but c'mon. I'm walking out of JCPenney and there are two young (maybe 17) girls walking about behind me. The one girl says, "That's when the party gets started, son!" Now, to my understanding, the girl had not given birth to the other apparent female, but there are some odd family trees, so ya never know. Anyway, being the decent person I am, I held the door open for her. Not only did she not speed up at all, she didn't even attempt to reach her arm out to hold the door open for herself. So let me get this straight. This girl expects me to stand and hold the door open for her while she strolls out with not so much as a thank you? Oh, no. So the next door I just let go in her face.

Same thing with pedestrians. BOY do I just want to run over them sometimes. It's usually only the women. They'll start to cross, you'll yield to them, of course, and they will just take their good old time. Sometimes it's not just their good old time, but ALL of their time. And yours. The worst is when they hold their finger up at you to tell you, "Stop. I'm walking across the street." That makes my blood boil. Times like that is when I really wish vehicular homicide was legal.

But speaking of entitlement, I think I'm entitled to a few more pickles on my sub. I go to Subway and get a footlong and request "extra pickles and olives." The lady gave me about 5 olives, maybe 6 pickles. ON THE WHOLE SUB! I said "more, please." She acts like she's digging into the container like a shovel and then sprinkles two more of each on top. I ask for more. Then she tells me "well, you're gonna get charged extra." Really? I was outraged. "There aren't even any on there!" I somewhat shouted at her. What does a girl have to do to get a little extra pickle around here?

Friday, September 9, 2011

Tired, dry trainers?

I'm a fan of personal trainers. I've only worked with one, actually. But I'm a fan of the whole concept. I'm not saying that I'm not accountable to myself, but you HAVE to show up for them or else you're a jerk (and wasteful of money). Not only that, I like to be able to prove myself, and with someone there breathing down my neck I can show someone right away just how awesome I am. It's the instant gratification I need while waiting for the results to show on my body.

I had a great trainer a while ago. He would push me further when I thought I couldn't do that last rep, gave me great tips on nutrition,  and had me doing creative workouts and exercises. Man, would I be sore the next day! He also gave me a fantastic price. Unfortunately, some personal issues came up (with him), and we stopped working together.

So I walk into the gym the other day after a 2 week-ish hiatus. This guy asks me if I want a free training session. His tone is like Ben Stein, but I think "maybe the session is with someone else!" But alas, no.

Ben (names have been changed to protect the innocent) met me a few days later.  It was the most boring "training session" I've had, or seen on TV. I felt like I was training myself. He said "okay, do *insert exercise here*." I'd look at him and say, "Okay, can you show it to me?" Then I'd be doing it and have to ask how many I'm doing. "As many as you can." ..... Really? I need an end goal here, buddy! I do well with realizing I need to do 10 reps and then I can breathe.

I actually asked him, "are we gonna do any other kind of exercises? Like, fun stuff..(Other Trainer) had me doing this and this and...." "Well, yes if we work together I'll have you do more cardio like jumping jacks, crunches, etc." *crickets* I'm not gonna pay this guy big bucks to have me do as many jumping jacks as I can do, and then have him say "okay..good" like Ben Stein. It's just not gonna happen.

At the end of the session he tried to calculate how much I would be paying him for me to train myself and him stand there like a totem pole. This is where it got uncomfortable. I told him I needed someone who was more aggressive, and said c-ya later.

PS- Saw Plastic Suit Guy today without his suit *gasp*. BUT! He did clean the treadmill off for longer than he went on it...and still had his racing gloves on...walking at 3.0 mph.