My gym is in a revolt. If you’ve never seen 60 to 80-year-old ladies really angry you would be in for sight. Eyes blaring, shoulders strutting, fingers wagging. Opinions everywhere but no direct combat….yet (but they are suiting up).
I’ve blogged about it before. The gym has erratic hours. You don’t know until you get there if it’s open or locked. There may be a message on their phone but it’s not always timely. One message says “We are either closed or with a customer.” What does that mean?
Sometimes the message is from last week. It’s Russian roulette. Take a chance and drive over or bag the idea and head to the coffee shop.
(I know. Tough decisions for the retired crowd!)
For me daily exercise is important. I’m working hard to keep wrinkly thighs at bay. (Perhaps less wrinkly is a better term.) I am a tenacious bitch. I want to exercise in the morning and get it over with.
This is not working.
Pleas to use email or text notifications have gone on deaf hears. Oh, the excuses! “It’s the age of the group.” They don’t have email addresses (wrong!). They don’t have smart phones (wrong!). You need both for senior dating sites. Lots of widows there.
These ladies are not the senior citizens of a generation ago. For one thing those ladies baked (yeah I loved them!). Today’s senior ladies have things to do. There are book clubs, day trips, and volunteer work. Most are sick of cooking. The reason doesn’t matter. They don’t cook like old-time grandmas.
Last year I was insanely annoyed. I made the beloved husband crazy with my rantings. It was an explosion of anger. Then I got it.
You know that saying, “Don’t sweat the small stuff?” This was small stuff. I’m not happy about the way the business is run but I have no control. I have options but the healthiest one is to let it go. (Breathe in slowly, then breathe out – ok, now go to Starbucks and find happy Kate)
There is a rumbling going on very similar to the French just before they stormed the Bastille. My hope is that no one gets hurt and
my Starbucks blood isn’t spilled.
I missed several days this week but tomorrow I will go in and talk to the owner. Perhaps I am the one who could make a difference.
Then again, I may end up at the guillotine. Wish me luck.
Would you dare to tell someone how to run their business if they are hurting it?