So as I mentioned yesterday I go to the gym in my apt complex because working out helps me detox.
To start this story I will briefly describe the gym. It's fucking small . There are three treadmills, one exercise bike, three elliptical machines, a weight bench with a weight rack next to it, and a giant wall long mirror that makes the gym look twice its size ( great marketing ploy for the apt complex, because when you pass by the gym quickly it looks enormous). On a side note the gym generally smells like potatoes, but it's free.
Well, the past three days no matter what time I show up at the gym this man and his two sons are there 'working' out. I suppose this man brings his kids to either babysit them or to set a good example; however while hes working out these two boys maybe aged 11 and 13 are running around, spending maybe three minutes on each machine before getting bored and moving on. I assume this happens until I arrive at which point the boys station themselves on the elliptical machines which are facing the back of the treadmill. Fucking great.
Now I'm fine with sharing this tiny gym with others, ( even though I prefer to have the room to myself so I can dance like a fool on the treadmill and watch VH1 on the plasma t.v.) and I'm even fine with energetic kids being there, but what I am not fine with ( although apparently I am fine ) is while I'm trying to get my sweat on, maybe listening to the fall out boy radio on Pandora ( because listening to pop-punk is like taking amphetamines) is seeing these two boys staring at my ass like I have the imagine of Jesus miraculously chiseled into my yoga pants. Now it's cool if you want to take a quick peak at what I'm packing here or there, but staring at the goods is not only rude, but fucking stupid considering there is a WALL LENGTH MIRROR THAT REFLECTS THE WHOLE ROOM. Now, I can empathize with the boys because obviously their father didn't teach them how to check out a girls cheeks properly. I feel comfortable blaming this behavior on their father because while his kids were staring at me from behind, he was making a show out out his weight lifting attempts in front of me.
Now ladies...I know we find nothing sexier then a middle aged man sweating and grunting on a work-out bench, but the creepy icing on this carrot cake of a situation ( I say carrot cake because it's disgusting. I don't know anyone who likes carrot cake) is that he'd smile and wink at me after each set.
The best part of this sorry excuse for sexual harassment is that I dropped my ipod on the treadmill (which happens occasionally when you're trying to switch songs mid-walk) and all three of them dropped what they were doing instantly to fetch it for me. This would have been sweet, but all the commotion caused me to loose my balance and fall off the treadmill flat on my ass ( oh the irony). Who said chivalry was dead!
So unemployment is still going strong two weeks and counting WOOT WOOT! I applied for unemployment today, and I hope I get something, because my bank account is starting to act jealous...like I'm cheating with another bank.
I do have an interview tomorrow for a temp position so wish me some luck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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