planet stifled [by rochelle]
Last summer my darling daughter, Angela, worked for Planet Fitness. Let’s just say she was treated poorly. OK, let’s just say, they treated her like crap and the Bunt family swore they would never set foot inside their establishment.
(THEY FIRED ME FOR WEARING SANDALS! Alright, so they made me leave because I didn’t have sneakers on (they weren’t even officially open yet), and instead of going to a nearby TJ Maxx I went to a nearby 99 and got drunk. Then went back to PF to use their tanning booth. Employee discount, holler! – Angela)
Mess with one of us and you earn the wrath of us all.
Fast forward to April 5.
After a couple of years of me not having any real fitness program in place I decided to attempt a Denise Austin DVD I had “borrowed” from work. Now let me just tell you that prior to my horrible back injury I was working out five days a week at a gym, jogging, lifting and probably in the best shape I will ever be in. Then I had back surgery and that all ended. There was the endless pain then there was the fear of doing something that would lead to more pain.
So I finally said time to get my act together and do this simple little exercise tape. I was pitiful! I won’t bore you with the details, but not only could I not get through even the simplest circuit without groaning, today I am hurting from the minimal bit that I managed to do. Shameful.
And so…I joined Planet Fitness. Let me explain. It was a special deal. Just $1 down and $10 a month. Cancel anytime. No commitment. I had no choice. [I see you passed on the Gold Card Membership, which would have included unlimited use of the tanning beds and massage chairs. But whatever.]
I walked in and hated everyone who worked there immediately. It was right after work so it was ridiculously crowded so I hated everyone who was working out. It was “Pizza Monday” which is dumb at a gym. It is ‘judgment free’ but I was judging everything and I hated that they served pizza at a gym. They also had tootsie rolls- dumb! [I think the manager’s pay gets docked like, $300 if somebody hears you making judgments like these] Signs were up that explained that you could not grunt [“We here at Planet Fitness don’t really cater to body builders, we’re more about general fitness” ] or wear bandannas so guess Rod can’t join. I asked and apparently he would be too scary looking all gangstered-up . Umm, have you met Rod?
Anyway, I read the terms of service and searched for some hidden agenda. [No commitment- well, except for your soul.] I paid my dollar, got a t-shirt (ugh- will not wear it), a special number (tattooed on my arm?) and two free passes (Jackie). I didn’t work out because I was nauseated by the pizza and my guilty conscience.
I will go in the morning before work so no one will see me. Forgive me Angela.
Here are some pics of Angela the day she got kicked out of PF for wearing sandals: