There are two assholes who work at the front desk of the gym I used to go to. Asshole 1 is some creepy guy who is always just barely on the wrong side of inappropriate. He never says or does anything overtly out line, but it’s just enough to make you feel uncomfortable. And it’s not all in my head, but if it is, another woman I know is misreading the same cues in exactly the way I am.
Right as the weather was getting nice, she mentioned to me that she would be canceling her membership. When I asked why, she said it was getting too lovely out to be trapped in a gym, plus she couldn’t be bothered with the staff anymore. So I said, “What do you mean? The staff there is great… well, except that one guy.” Right then her eyes lit up with recognition, and she exclaimed “Yes! That front desk guy with the dreadlocks!” Yes, him indeed. We talked about how he is just too damn flirty, and we wish he would shut the fuck up and swipe the damn membership card. Everyone else just keeps it down to “Hello,” or “Have a nice day,” and he’s always gotta sit there and goddamn flirt. If you keep your responses short, he’ll then ask you if you’re in a bad mood, or ask you to smile. Dude, swipe the fucking card already, and stop holding onto it so that you can talk to me for five minutes. So I started purposely avoiding gym days when that guy was there.
And there’s where Asshole 2 came in. One day I (mistakenly!) asked for help with the rowing machine. I thought I didn’t have the settings correct, because I was getting very little resistance out of the machine everyone kept telling me was one of the best workouts in the gym. He confirmed that I had it set to maximum resistance, and then asked me what I was trying to work on. My upper body strength is pretty sad, so I figured I’d change that. Thus begins a full gamut of the gym, various strength-building exercises, being told not to quit when I complained my arms hurt, and also being informed that the pain was “because [my] arms are weak.” I was sore for days afterward. That’s not the bad part.
The bad part is then every single time I’ve been back since then (and I’m there maybe three times a week), he asks me if I want him to come in there to help me. Call me a quitter, or whatever the fuck, but I didn’t want to do that again, so I told him no. Then the next time I went back he asked me again.
:dubious:
I don’t know if he thinks he’s being funny or what, but I didn’t want to be bothered. I made a half joke and said, “I’ve decided I don’t need upper body strength anymore.” He laughed, I laughed, I went in and did some cardio. Then next time I went to the gym --you guessed it!-- he asked me if I wanted him to come in there. No! I’ve said no three times now. At one point I told him, “If I need your help, I’ll let you know.” Then on Sunday after asking me yet again if I wanted him to bother me and I said no, he came into the workout area next to the elliptical I was on, and asked if I was trying to get away from him. Yes, you crazy person, I am! So I told him for what has to have been at least the eighth time, “I’m not interested in lifting weights. I’m going to do cardio now.”
Jesus Fucking Christ.
So the next day I canceled my membership. I don’t want to work out there anymore. A friend asked why I didn’t complain. Also, the gym lady told me she could have the issue addressed. My response to both was the same: Once I’ve been made uncomfortable, I’m uncomfortable. Even if the behavior stopped, I just don’t like having to deal with these two people, so I’m out. It’s not the only gym in town.