Yesterday was the first small taste of some of the downside of living in New York. It was hot and humid, almost 90, the kind of stickiness I am going to quickly learn to hate even more than I did when I had an air-conditioned car in which to drive around.
After work, I wanted to work out at my new gym, Equinox. I first had to go to an Equinox sales center to get my access card. When I got there, the machine making the card wasn't working. My salesperson assured me that I was on the guest list at the Greenwich Village location about 8 blocks away.
Before I went to the gym, however, I had to walk home to get my gym bag (which I had left in my apartment that morning.) After huffing it home to north Chelsea, and huffing it back to Greenwich Village to the new gym (closer to work than home), the gym front desk had no record of me being on the guest list. My presence seemed to cause the staff great confusion. People were streaming into the club, all smoothly swiping their card and heading into the facility to their work out. The staff was less than helpful ("I don't see your name, can you wait for the manager? Can you go back to the guy who said he would put you on the guest list? Can you come back tomorrow?") I left without a workout. Got home, had nothing to eat in the apartment, and it was already 10 pm anyway. I was just too tired to go back downstairs into the city, and I went to bed.
I wish I could fast forward to the part where all this kind of stuff already works.
