Friday July 31st, 2003
A new reason to hate my gym
So I'm listening to the instrumental version of Bon Jovi's "Living on a Prayer" when a voice comes back to the phone and asks who I'm trying to reach. I give the name of the acting day manager, whom I spoke with two days ago about the videotape of the guy with my ID. I am told he's not available but she can get me the assistant manager. As I am returned to the first few notes of "Dead or Alive" I'm forced to think what exactly is the day manager doing? What is more important than a criminal sneaking into his gym who could be stealing guests stuff and has already stolen one persons wallet? He sure as hell doesn't concern himself with the smaller things of the business or I wouldn't be here listening to the muzak versions of Bon Jovi's greatest hits.
I finally talk to the assistant manager who informs me I have nothing to worry about concerning the guy who has my gym membership. I assume they caught the guy or gave the videotape to the police. What he actually meant was they canceled that card and are issuing me a new one so his won't work. So it looks like the one chance to catch this guy is gone, but wait there's still the videotape. I'm then informed by the assistant manager that the tapes are on a loop and unless there is a break in, the tapes are recorded over. I'm sure after my conversation the manager immediately went to grab the tape of him signing in, after all he did say he'd see about getting the tape for the police. Apparently that wasn't the case and pickpocket boy makes a clean get away. Needless to say I'm not happy with the whole thing, but I can't go to a bar or buy any beer to drown my sorrows since I have no ID.
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