I repost this from another blog I have, it's out of date, but to be honest, I'm proud of the rant and wish to share it here.
Plus, it's summer. If network television can get away with showing me reruns of Conan, I feel that this is well within the lines of acceptable.
***rerun commencing now***
Ohhhh......this is sooooo goood.
Anyone who knows me knows when I'm angry, I am fucking ANGRY!!! So today, Kaela (sister), Becca (friend), and I ventured out to 24hr. fitness for a quick run and some yoga. We brought 20 bucks along so Becca could work out with K and I, but as we arrive at the front desk, we find that she cannot be admitted without proper identification.
Calmly, we ask if we could implement possible alternatives. The lady, who really wants to let us in, keeps relaying our questions to the "operations manager", whom I shall dub "Steroid Boy", SB, that Son of a Bitch. I digress.After a few minutes, Steroid Boy tires of the middle man and comes over to deal with us himself. He mechanically goes over company policy again, to which Kaela counters, "But we've been able to do this before". Then, like a complete dick head, he boasts that he will "FIRE" the person who did that. Kaela then responds with "Umm...you were the one who did it." That REALLY pissed him off.
Then he proceeds to repeat company policy again, except this time his tone is exponentially more condescending. You all should know that there's nothing that flairs me up more than condescension.It was at this point that I really started to lose it. I told him I did not appreciate his tone with me. So Steroid Boy threatens to call the police and have us thrown off the property on the charges of harassment. Apparantly, by asking him some questions, we were "HARASSING" him. What a fucking pussy. He is lucky I resisted the urge to leap across the counter and grab him by the shirt collar. LUCKY! My arms and legs were trembling, my eyes were fixated on his freakishly tan mug, and my right eyebrow was raised to my hairline. A lone vain in my forehead began to pulsate. You do NOT throw someone out of a club whose family pays almost $2000.00 in yearly membership fees. I'm sorry, that's complete bullshit.
So the three of us agreed that sticking around to hear this overinflated, pompous, ignoramus, cocksucker windbag was fruitless. We headed towards the door, my arm extended towards the sky and my middle digit standing fully erect. Granted, my exit wasn't the most graceful, ladylike, or mature, but as I have said, he's lucky he came out of this with both of his ears. I was angry enough to go Mike Tyson on his ass.
My biggest problem with Steroid Boy (other than his abhorrent and repugnant demeanor)is that ego-identifies with his title to an unhealthy degree. He was gung ho to fire the person who let us in the first time, and after a heated phone conversation with him later (playing the role of 'mom'), I come to find that he's also firing the lady who was talking to us in the first place.
He was coarse, unmannerly, abraisive and dealt with his CUSTOMERS in a rude and unhewn mien that I deem utterly unforgivable.In laymen's terms: asshole, cocksucker, shitweasle, dickweed...take your pick.
He must be stopped.
***end rerun transmission***
