I touched on this in the Threadkiller, but, I’ll go in depth here. My shoulder workout, which should have lasted less than an hour, took damn near two due to the fact that the gym was chock full of fucking retards who have no fucking idea about gym etiquette and training others! I had to stop in the middle of my workout to tell one stupid motherfucker who just HAD to slam the goddamned weights on the concrete floor, which was covered by 1/2 inch padding, during his deadlifts. He did this for all 12 fucking reps.
I was listening to Slipknot’s “People=Shit” on full blast in my ear plugs, and I heard, loud and clear, every last fucking slam. When he stood up, with great restraint, I called him over to me and let him know what a fucking jackass he was for having to slam the shit down. I then corrected him, and had him decrease the weight. I proceeded with my workout.
Half-an-hour later, a lieutenant comes in with a boy that had absolutely NO athletic bone in his body. No rhythm, no sense of self, no coordination, nothing. He put a barbell in his hands and told him to do push presses. Hands uneven on the bar, one side went up while the other began it’s descent. The LT just stood there. I grabbed a hold of the bar and made the boy fix his hand positions. He proceeded to try and press, only he began falling backward, as he had no concept of how to keep a base underneath him.
As a rack became available, the two moved over to it, which was right beside mine, and continued to try and push press. As I was in the middle of a set of behind-the-neck presses, the LT sends the boy UNDER-FUCKING-NEATH my bar, as it comes down, and I cracked him in the head! I didn’t yell at the boy. I looked dead at the LT and yelled out WHAT THE FUCK!?! They stopped trying to do the push-press.
They moved onto squats. With two 25lb plates in his hands, the LT told the boy to start squatting. Lord, help me, the boy damn near fell over as he lead with knees and knees only, and the only thing the LT was telling him was “keep you heels down.” and “let your butt do the work!” I’d had enough at this point, so I stopped the boy, grabbed a short stool, and taught them the proper squat mechanics. The LT has no business trying to train anyone. None.
I will probably tell him about himself tomorrow, should he try and bring the boy in again. With my patience gone and the workout finally completed, I left the gym in the capable hands of two dudes my coworker and I call “The Hercules Twins”, as they both try their damnedest to lift the entire gym with bad form and quarter reps. They don’t like me.
1 December 2010
Evening
Military Press
145 x 10 x 10
“Correct” the deadlift slammer
Shrugs
145 x 12 x 10 (I hold it at the top for a count of three, hence the light weight)
Behind-The-Neck Press
115 x 10 x 10
-“Corrected” the boy on hand positioning
-Cracked the boy in the head with descending barbell
-Gave a clinic on the squat
Lateral Raises
25 x 8 x 3
I’m going to have to be “That Guy” whenever I get step foot into the gym now, I see. I need to hurry up with this PT cert, as well. 6 days til I’m outta here…I need a drink badly!
