GAH! more trainer drama

I hate drama. I really do. And frankly, having a trainer for the last 3 months has been more drama than it's fucking worth.

Milos took a new job out of necessity in February. He hates it. And I hate not working out with him. He assigned me to Marko, who I've grown accustomed to, even though I'm not a huge fan of his personality. His workouts are hard, though, and I do like that. His schedule is really inflexible, though, which is good for the planner in me (my appointments are always at the same time), but not great for the summer, when I know there will be other things that I want to do on weeknights (read: baseball games happen on Tuesday nights). But no matter the inflexibility, I've adjusted my life to make it work.

And then Marko went on vacation for 3 weeks. And assigned me to Mike.

Mike thinks he's Jillian Michaels. Or Bob Greene. Either way, he's a meathead, and his whole life revolves around the gym. His schedule is even worse than Marko's. His "free" days don't align with mine - at all - and he doesn't come to work before 11 AM on Saturdays. Which means that I get to work out at 2 o'clock in the fucking afternoon the next 2 Saturdays. It ruins my Saturday - or at least the flow of my Saturday. I get to shower at 4 PM. Yay. Gah. I'm so pissed.

This isn't worth my fucking money. I hate you, 24 Hour Fitness. I don't think I'll be reupping my contract in 15 sessions. Thanks for trying to upsell me, though.