Yet Another Reason Why People Suck

Even when I'm not training for something, as most of you know, I spend the majority of my free time at the gym (not that you could tell by looking at me). I try to go after work, but if I'm strapped for time, I'll sneak out and go at lunchtime. There's a bevy of NYSC in the area so I have my pick, depending on my mood.

Due to a very busy workday yesterday paired with a social obligation in the evening, I did not get to the gym at all..the last I had been was Tuesday at lunch.

I was very much looking forward to giving these fat ole thighs a workout today, and saw that my workload was a little lighter today, enabling me to head over for a midday sweatfest. I looked underneath my desk and couldn't find my gym bag anywhere. I was a little perplexed, as it is ALWAYS there, right at my feet...and I didn't imagine that someone here would have taken a bag full of my sweaty, odorific clothes...so I figured I probably had a brain fart and left it in the locker room at the gym on Tuesday. No biggie. I'll just head over there and get it out of lost and found...

So I get to the front desk, and the girl immediately knows where my bag is. She can tell me what it looks like, and that it is locked up in a closet in the locker room for safekeeping, and that she saw it there just earlier today.

So we get to the locked closet, and she has Housekeeping open it, and...there's no bag. Where's the bag? It was just here! How can it be gone? We look in the other Lost and Found. No bag. We go back to Housekeeping. There are only two women with keys, and neither of them know what the hell we are talking about. How is it possible that the only people who have keys cannot disclose any kind of information about a bag that was allegedly there not 2 hours before???

I'm getting close to tears, as my sneakers and orthotics alone cost around $400...not to mention the brand new workout clothes, my sentimental tri shorts, plus the bag itself...we see a big plastic garbage bag at the bottom of the closet. We go through it..there's random stuff in there, a sweat shirt, some shorts. I see my black workout pants with the pink trim. WTF? Someone took the trouble to actually go into the closet, open up my bag, decide they don't like the black pants, and dump them in a garbage bag? Oh yea, they also decided they didn't want my package of Carefree pantiliners either. What, you don't like my pants, and you don't use that brand of pantiliner? Fuck you!

So, the housekeepers won't talk, and I'm left without workout clothes..so my only choice is to file a complaint. The manager was nice enough to come out and tell me they were going to investigate, and at the very least, he was going to give me one free month at NYSC. I'll let you know if that actually happens.

So not only did I not get to workout today, something I REALLY needed...I am sans shoes and orthotics. Yes this is turning into a pity post, as I am poor and cannot afford new ones...I realize you are all poor too, so we here at Vulgar Truths are not going to try to take up a collection on my behalf ;) However, the only thing I can think of that is going to make me feel even slightly less like killing someone is to keep staring at the very lovely naked picture of
Anthony Bourdain that is adorning page 18 of the new book "My Last Supper", which was sent to me earlier this morning.

It's the little things that get me by!!!

UPDATE: I will say that, as shitty as I feel, NYSC has actually called several times to follow up...so maybe they're not so evil after all..Keep you posted.