well, we fired our cleaning crew, so now before closing I get to clean toilets and wipe down mirrors at the gym...... so, yea, I hate that shit.
oh, and today my 76 yr old client... old man who doesn't eat, and his only time he's out of bed during the day is when he comes to the gym (with a belly full of metformin, blood pressure meds, ect, and ZERO food or water in his stomach)..... anyways, he comes back..... I HATE training that guy. each time driving to the gym I think "is today the day he dies in the the gym"... I've had to call paramedics twice on this fool. Luckily each time an EMT ex-client of mine was there to take over... this fucker will pass out, completely unresponsive, weak pulse, and stops breathing before his pace-maker (which btw, he didn't mention in his medical history... or his 3 previous strokes) kicks in.
so, for 30 mins each Tuesday and Thursday, I hate my fucking job. lol