Gym 5, Jude 0

Ugh, that damned gym in Dorchester.

Remember those days when I went to the gym like a good do-bee? Yeah, me too. That was a long time ago. I was a diligent gym-goer until my dad died completely unexpectedly and we spent far too much free time for a year and a half going through his things and emptying out his house and making sure my grandparents were doing okay. And I just plain stopped going to the gym, although I was nice enough to continue to pay them monthly for a year. See how considerate I am?

Eventually last summer I got tired of paying full price (even the reasonable $35) and put my account on hold for three months ($5/mo). And then in October Jen started working in Amherst and I went back into the gym (Keep in mind going there makes me feel like a weenie because I paid for a year+ with no gym action) to cancel my account. Filled out a form, have a nice day.

I got charged in November. And December. And January. Full price. I called in November. And December. And January. Got lots of "so and so will call you back" with no callbacks, and I admit it - sometimes I would forget. There was Thanksgiving, and Christmas, and the dead baby, and seven weeks of bleeding, and the new job... you get the idea.

When I got charged at the end of January, I was like, "This is it." I made it my mission to call. And call. And call. Oh my god, they hate me there. I call Jessica. She says, "You have to talk to Carol." I call Carol. She says, "You have to talk to Jessica." Yesterday Jessica tells me, when I ask why she hasn't called me back, "I have other things to do, you know. I don't just sit around and look for your paperwork all day. Call Carol."

So I have called at least three times a day since Monday. Yesterday Jessica finally tells me, "You never deleted your account, you put it on hold." "Yes, in August. And I came in AGAIN in October." (OMG how many months have I told you this?) She says, "Carol will definitely talk to you tomorrow." I am not above crying to these people. Oh no, I am not.

This morning, I call Carol. The manager. She says, "You put your account on hold." I hate these people. I tell her AGAIN. I tell her I've been calling since NOVEMBER. She says, "I will figure something out and call you on Monday."

I wonder if *I* will have to call *her* on Monday. Any bets? I am trying to get back 3 months of fees by this point. $100 might not seem like a lot, but we could buy a LOT of groceries with that.

Crash redux

This morning we cleaned off the bumper and the back of the car (it was coated in salt) and surveyed the damage. Jen checked in the morning and said there were a couple of scratches and a dent. When I went to check on the way to work, there were at least 6-8 scratches and a good 3-4 dents - most of which are in a circular pattern thanks to something on the crash bar on his SUV.

So frustrating. It's a real eyesore.

So now I guess I have to call him when I go home and tell him there's more damage than I thought, and ask if he wants to come look at it tomorrow in the daylight, and ask him what he wants to do about repairs. I imagine if I take it somewhere they will want to replace the bumper ($$$$) because it's plastic and you can't suck dents out or whatever, but I don't know if he will be willing to do that. Gosh, I hope it's not another phone confrontation because I really don't want to have two in one day (the gym is enough for me, thanks).

I just hate this. I want a weekend where I can just catch up on rest and heal my heart. This weekend is a pretty busy one already, with a mall trip we can't avoid (ugh) but now I have to find time to see this guy and maybe take my car in for an estimate and I'm exhausted already just thinking about it. Sigh.

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Also, I haven't felt the baby move since before I got rear-ended and I would be a big fat liar if I said that didn't make me nervous.