treadmills, and those who should not use them

so today at work im minding my own business, just relaxing during my few moments of peace- and suddenly chaos strikes in the form of a treadmill.

lets back up for a second and clarify. the treadmill wasnt the chaos, it was a man. chaos in the form of a man. more specifically, though, his feet (combined with a slight weight problem perhaps). this man had apparently never used a treadmill, nor did he take the time to clean his ears enough to hear the thunderous pounds of sneaker on mechanical cardio equipment.

for those of you who dont know, roughly 220lbs of human smashing into an elevated plastic/metal object in a large open space does tend to make a little ruckus. weird.

at first it didnt register. funny noises come and go, accidents happen, whatever. after about a minute, i started to perk up, and look around at what danger was coming my way (survival of the fittest.. which little known fact i was much more fit than this stampede). the noise kept going. and then i saw it. a man, running in place at the same pace. i was instantly angered.

i then looked around to see why no one was telling him to stop. i guess these days, its better to not offend someone who is doing something so ass-backwards- rather than to save everyone else from having to listen to their blatant disregard for proper use and common courtesy.

nothing.

eventually, all good things must come to an end. so the man stopped, as he wasnt in the best shape and obviously could only last so long. but wait! the story isnt over. once he paused, momentarily, he must have told a friend. a friend of equal running ability. so now, the dynamic duo began their journey, a journey to fitness.

as im starting to feel comfortable in my silence again (and by silence i mean strange combinations of miley cyrus and paul wall, aka lets sing about "grillz" yo) the 2 men start running. and the thunder couldnt have been any louder. i thought by this point, someone would speak up. am i the only one looking on in horror? i think i was.

eventually it stopped. but honestly, i was too annoyed to be happy.

people you may know

i shot a video a few months back expressing my distaste for the "people you may know" feature on facebook.. however, today, i decided to revisit and friend request all the people who were on that list. why? lets call it a social experiment.

on another note, though, that "become a fan" option better get out of here. fast. i'm growing quite sick of looking at my screen and seeing people i might know mixed with flip flops and sex.. i mean, great combination? yes of course. i love it.. but not via online. thats just pointless.

values anyone?

So I just got through speaking to a client about her newfound engagement. I congratulated her, to which she responded "eh, we'll see what happens."

Last I checked, getting engaged means something. To those of you who it doesn't, there's no place for you in this world. There's no reason to make that commitment, or take that step if you don't mean it, or you doubt it, or anything.. If you have any thoughts other than complete excitement, maybe even some nerves as to the fact that life as you know it is suddenly about to change- then don't do it.

Meanwhile, she explains how they knew each other and this and that.. Including that her previous marriage didn't work out, and that he was widowed 4 years ago.

I just don't get. This isn't about lovey dovey crap, really. But what happened to things meaning something. I'd like to think if I found someone and married them, whether they're alive or dead- I'm done with all that. Its me and them. there's no grey area. Otherwise, why bother. What's the point.

I said there's no place for these people in the world, but maybe in todays new "openminded" and "accepting" society there's no place for me.

Entitlement in society

So in the past few days, I've been getting increasingly more and more frustrated with people. I don't know who started this whole "customer is always right" business, but whoever you are- let me thank you.

To a certain extent, the customer CAN be considered "right" and that should be expected.. But when taken to an extreme (as it is in most every case these days) the customer is an asshole. I don't know how customer service, aka being kind and polite and assuming guilt in a situation to which this third party (in this situation the customer) may not be at fault.. This covers things like accidents and misleading representations, perhaps. It does NOT, however, cover things like having a stick lodged firmly in your ass- causing you to reek havoc on the general population.

Now I get it, you're entitled to your opinion. These employees are here to provide a service, matter of fact they're getting PAID (YES, real money! Usually a whole 7.50 even!). So sure, do whatever you want, its their job. Right?

Wrong.

If you think you have the right to speak freely on these matters, think again. These people are here to maintain a business model, usually retail. A model that you do your best to destroy. Leaving trash and items that you've discarded. If ever questioned, you'll explain that they're supposed to do this and that.. And someone needs to explain you're a child. Grow up.

This goes for you too, people who aren't in a store. Do you think someone needs to be where you want them to be 24/7? You can be late, or unprofessional, or a ____(insert cuss here)___ because you paid? Let's consider what you paid, or the lack there of. Do you think your 20 dollars buys you the right to talk shit and complain, ordering other people around, not applying the rules to yourself all the while? I don't.

The trouble with sandwiches

So I haven't had a multigrain bagel in some time now. I guess in my brief intermission from these baked wonders, I had forgotten the issues that would arise due to my snacking.

free time

So I'm currently sitting here at work, waiting for my 10am client. I'm assuming she's a no-show seeing as it is already 10:10 by this point. I have been convinced for some time now that the woman nearby smells like a marijuana factory, and has spread that odor throughout the gym.. However she's gone now, and the smell still lingers. Who is the culprit now? Old lady on the lower back machine, I'm looking at you. Bold move ma'am, I must say.