Good Help Is Hard To Find

Apparently, even the men I pay to stick around disappear into thin air! Monday was supposed to be my 4th session with The Punisher. I texted him to confirm our appointment, but didn't get a response. A few hours later, as I was leaving work, I called him to confirm. The recording on the other end of the line informed me that "This number is no longer in service." "Hmmm", I thought to myself, "I guess we're not on for tonight!". So, instead of working out I decided to go shoe shopping. What else is a girl to do? It was a necessity, though...for my sister's wedding...and I found the perfect gold strappy sandals....so, I guess it was meant to be. Que sera, sera.
I was looking forward to talking to my buddy at the gym, the guy who initially toured me around and got me to sign up, to see if I could get some inside scoop on The Punisher's disappearance. I talked with him for about a half hour after I worked out- really sweet guy. Married, of course. Apparently, The Punisher failed to show up to work on Saturday, Sunday and Monday. It seems that this is considered "job abandonment", and can result in immediate termination. Especially when your African American boss told you the week prior, "I'm the Black Hitler and I'm gonna get rid of all you white guys". That's how The Punisher relayed it to me, anyway. So, I told my buddy that I want, well, need, a new trainer. He said he'd have someone call me tomorrow. I asked who would be calling me, since I knew Hitler was The Punisher's boss, as well as the boss of all the trainers, and I really didn't like the vibe I got from him. I don't have any chemistry with Black Hitler. He seems like a real Black asshole if you ask me. And, let's face it, I've already dealt with enough of those.
Truth be told, I'm disappointed The Punisher is gone. I had fun working out with him, and actually looked forward to going to the gym- a first for me. Let's see who's around the corner...