There have been many changes afoot in Chez Rocket over the last two months, including relocation back to the UK after 3 years as an expat in beery Belgium (hic!). By normal standards, I’ve moved house A LOT in the last 10 years, so you’d be forgiven for thinking I’m an old hand at this by now and it’d be a piece of cake…smooth sailing…a doddle, or indeed any other pleasant idiom you’d care to mention. However, while I’m something of a packing demon, the contacting of suppliers (stopping the old ones/starting the new ones) is, in my experience, always something akin to opening a can of worms. Everything seems to work just fine, providing you don’t poke it!
While tying up loose ends in Belgium, I did have one experience that just made me smile. Before heading off for pastures new, I had to visit my gym to let them know I would like to end my membership. The gym in Leuven was my first gymming experience, so this was the first time I’ve had to do this, and it’s fair to say I headed over there with some trepidation – I was not expecting an easy ride.
First, there was Ross and Chandler who were having a hard time quitting the gym way back in 1997:
“Hey, don’t you want a washboard stomach and rock hard pecs?”…”No, I want a flabby gut and saggy man breasts!”
Fast forward to 2009 and this time Miranda is attempting to quit the gym, only with a smidgen less decorum:
“If you don’t cancel my membership, I…I’m going to…I…I…I will…I will shit all over your towels!”
So, taking Mr. Rocket with me for back-up, I marched up to the reception desk at the gym and politely, but firmly, requested to cancel my membership….and they said YES! Hallelujah!!! However, my heroic sense of one upmanship was not to last. In the next breath, the lady behind the desk asked me to pay the extra to terminate my contract early. Cue panicked face! However, after a bit of explaining on my part (I only took a 3 month contract back in November 2012) and a bit of listening and “hmm-ing” on her part, we eventually agreed that I was not, in fact, under contract anymore and I was freeeeee! Free as a bird!
….until I got an email one month later asking for the missing money, and I explained all over again that it was a mistake, and they agreed…again!
So, the moral of this story (in my best Yoda voice) is this: “Persevere, and quit the gym successfully, you shall!”