Each aerobics class, I learn something new about the gym. Today, while rooting around in the cabinets in the studio closet, I saw a small boom box. So I guess I didn't have to spend $100 buying one myself. Of course, mine is huge, sounds great and looks way cool, plays cassettes, and I can use it at home.
I also learned that the gym, operated by an international nonprofit, is mired in bureaucracy, and, frankly, stupidity.
Example: The time sheets must be filled out in red ink. Don't ask me why, and frankly, I don't care. But if it's a necessity, why doesn't the gym provide red pens? I carry several pens and pencils in my purse, and none of them is red.
End of rant.
I finally got the microphone to work (after class, natch) and I'm eager to use it next week. Of course, the boom is broken, and it wobbles all around. I shall bring some tape in hopes of jury-rigging a fix. I hope this will ease my vocal strain.
I also learned that the gym, operated by an international nonprofit, is mired in bureaucracy, and, frankly, stupidity.
Example: The time sheets must be filled out in red ink. Don't ask me why, and frankly, I don't care. But if it's a necessity, why doesn't the gym provide red pens? I carry several pens and pencils in my purse, and none of them is red.
End of rant.
I finally got the microphone to work (after class, natch) and I'm eager to use it next week. Of course, the boom is broken, and it wobbles all around. I shall bring some tape in hopes of jury-rigging a fix. I hope this will ease my vocal strain.
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