Super Secret Squats And Other Gym Injustices

I work out at gym that has some issues. Like the rat poison box beneath my locker and the large rat trap beneath the counter. Like the cockroach that crawled up another woman’s leg in the shower and sent her screaming back to the changing area. Like the pool cleaner that dumps chemicals into the pool while people are swimming in it and, when questioned about the safety of doing so, says, “You’ll be fine.”

This is a photo of a box holding rat bait under a gym locker

Rat bait under my locker!

During the post-workout rush every Monday morning there’s a lady cleaning the showers with a large, high-powered hose-but I haven’t actually seen any soap. You’d think it would be more effective and nicer for the gym’s clients if she cleaned at night or maybe at 5:30 a.m. when no one has finished their workout yet. Then we wouldn’t have to step in the inch or two of water that pools on the floor by the toilets.

This is a photo of standing water on the floor of the gym bathroom.

Sloshing through water in the bathroom.

Then there was the lady who basically hunted me down when I first joined to set up an initial “goals” meeting. When I finally made the time, she berated me for working out with my friend every morning because my friend works out with a trainer there once a week. “We really frown upon that,” she said. “She might be sharing information with you.” Um, really? Super secret squats? Then, when I said that I couldn’t work out with a trainer right now, she turned downright icy. “That’s how I make my money, you know.” Finally, the parting kicker, which she said with a slight sneer while rising from her seat to dismiss me: “You should watch that body fat percentage because you’re bordering on overweight.” I didn’t come away with a single piece of marketing literature for training or group training or anything. Just an extreme dislike for Ashley. One day I might be interested in signing up for some training, but all she cared about was the immediate commission she wasn’t earning. Such a poor sales strategy. Then again, she may have done me a favor. Now, whenever cookies appear in the break room at work, I try to restrain myself by thinking about Ashley and her snide comment. So, yeah. Thank you, Ashley. Then again, sometimes the cookie wins out.

So why do I part with $30 a month to go to a semi-dirty national chain gym with employees who don’t care about their customers and are downright rude? Simple: Location. It’s the only gym near work. I guess that’s why they can be so bad and still stay in business. No competition. My friend Jody tried to write an email to the manager to complain about some of these things but it turns out you can’t send them an email from outside their system. I guess they don’t want to hear from customers. So she wrote an actual letter-on actual paper-to the manager to complain about all these things and delivered it to the front desk. She followed up twice. Guess what she heard back? Nothing.

I’ve made my peace with it. It’s just so unbelievable that a place could be managed so poorly and still stay in business. The best part about the whole gym is the people who work out there. They are so nice and friendly. Much friendlier than the people at the swankier, less cockroach-prone gym I used to go to. We all bond over each new gym problem. Yesterday I was putting my stuff in a locker when I noticed that one of the locker doors had been forced open (with the lock—that had obvious bolt cutter marks—still on it), and with the particle board still attached to the woefully inadequate-looking screws. “Oh, yeah, that’s been like that since last week,” a women getting dressed said, shaking her head and smiling at me. We’re friends now.

This is a photo of a gym locker that has been forced open, with the locker and particle board with screws still attached.

Lockers aren’t too secure – and then they just leave it like this!

Maybe that’s the gym’s secret mission statement: help customers make new friends by being the worst—and only—gym in a 10 mile radius. Oddly enough, being terrible seems to be working as a business strategy. The place is packed. I just can’t stop thinking of how much better they’d be doing by making some very, very simple customer-focused changes. Like not having rat traps out in the locker room.




3 thoughts on “Super Secret Squats And Other Gym Injustices

  1. Although I live in California now, I am originally from New York City, where a “super secret squat” refers to a vacant (generally abandoned) building that people are living in for free illegally (“squatting”). The “super secret” part means it is not facing the street, or better yet, an interior part of a building, where the cops are not likely to chase you out. If you’ve read Jeannette Walls’ memoirs, she relates how her mother lived in such a place and managed, along with her neighbors, to run wires to steal electricity. Squats, secret and otherwise, are common in Detroit, I hear, where there are so many abandoned and burned-out buildings. Some people actually fix them up and come to own them just by paying the taxes under the common law doctrine of adverse possession. You can see that I don’t go to a gym!


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