Please, Refrain From Flexing

So I work at a gym. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I got another very glamorous job. But it's easy, and entertaining. I mostly do child care, but my boss is starting to put me out at the front desk more. (Thank goodness) I do love my kids though. They tell me the most interesting things...like if you color for to long your hands get sweaty. Let that be a lesson to you all. Some of the kids really need attention, or an outlet, or something. There is this one boy who if he is not getting enough attention he will yell, pound his fists on the table, and make whale noises. I never thought I would hear myself say, "Please stop making whale noises!!" It's always exciting; I'll give you that much. That's just child care.

But working at the front desk is an adventure in and of itself as well. My favorite part of it would have to be the guys that come up to me and talk to me, and flex their muscles. It really makes me laugh. They will use the big manly machines right in front of me and look at me as they are lifting to see if I am noticing how strong they are. I just give them an obnoxious look. I thought about winking at them, but then thought that it could be slightly problematic. I don't understand it. Why do guys flex? The thing that is possibly the most annoying is that I get hit on all the time. I don't know why... It's weird. Even my boss does it to me. And the guys that I work with... wow. They remind me of Kronk. Big, dumb, and tone deaf. That may seem a little harsh, but if you met them you would understand. And they are not very crafty in their attempts to woo me. I try to understand why all of the sudden I am getting all of this unwanted attnetion from the male species, and I have come to the sad conclusion that it is in fact because I am the only female in sight for them to flex for. Flattering. There was this one guy, who's name coincidentaly was Steve, (I laughed about that one) who tried to ask me out. I got so annoyed with him because he tried to arm wrestle me, and totally let me win on purpose. What a jerk. I was so mad. Then he was proclaiming to the gym how strong I was, and I could think of no witty comeback so I kissed my muscles instead. That probably wasn't the best idea, but alas, it is done. I think that Steve thinks I am older than I really am, and his idea of taking me out would be going to a bar. So I petitioned Aaron to be my lover for protection. Luckily he agreed, and I can deal with Steve. That will be an interseting story that is contiuning to develop. I'll be sure to keep you all updated.

And another thing that I shall vent about is all of the Mormon cracks that I get from my Boss. It's not like it's really disrepectful. They are trying to be funny, but they come off as ignorant. One night I was like, I swear, if you make anymore Mormon jokes you will no longer have a left side of your chin.

So in conclusion I would like to submit to all of you big, strapping, strong men out there: Please refrain from flexing. If I want to see your muscles I will make a joke about it, and then ask. But seriously, cut it out. Thank you, and good night.