Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Would you quit?
Yesterday I had a meeting with my boss Giacomo. I explained to him that I can not move the equipment for my class by myself and that I am tired of going around begging people to help me. I told him that I need someone who just knows to help me set up and let that be that. I gave him a list of the equipment required and he said that this was easy to resolve and that he would take care of it. He said it seemed to be a lot of bother about stupid little things. I couldn't agree more. That's why I don't understand why it has been going on for eight weeks. Unfortunately, I forgot to ask him how he would take care of it. He told me that all of the other teachers move their own equipment even if they are small women and even if the equipment is very heavy. He said that they have never faced a situation like mine where a fitness instructor could not set up her own equipment. Well, honey, I'm almost 44 years old and when you get to be that age you are too smart to move your own equipment.

Last night I waited fearfully until five minutes before my class time so that Ricky could clear out of the room. I assumed he was told to help me set up because I had proposed to Giacomo during our meeting that it would make the most sense for the teachers who come before me to set up rather than people who are already working with clients in the main fitness area between the classrooms. I entered the room to find that only half the stage had been set up. It is about one meter wide so it is impossible for me to balance on it on all fours and stretch my lets out to the side without falling off of it. I went downstairs to the instructor's changing room where Ricky was chatting with some female instructors while in his underwear. He does that. I asked him if he could move the other half of the stage. Instead of answering yes or no he asked a question. He wanted to know why I was so incompetent that I couldn't move it myself. He said any fitness instructor should be able to do it. I told him I couldn't do it because some idiot had grabbed me by the neck some month's ago and my back hasn't been the same since. This is true by the way. And the idiot if you will remember was Ricky. Since then I have reinjured my back twice trying to move the equipment myself.

But do you know what is worse? Chiara, Giacomo's assistant, called me last night because the receptionist let her know that I was crying as I left work last night. She tells me that it is normal for teachers to have the clients move their own equipment or go into classrooms where classes are already in progress to get their own supplies so the fact that I tried to move a mountain of weights by myself was stupid in any event. The fact that I never know what is going on, what the dress code is, what other teachers do in different situations is because I am not in confidence with anyone. As much as I have pretended that I could just go in, teach, and then go out again, the truth is that it is an evironment in which there has to be a certain level of collaboration and these people are never really going to work with me or be on my team. Today I am calling in sick.

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