At some point in life, everyone holds a menial job that makes you question whether or not there are actually nice people in the world. Some people call it a summer job while others call it a career, but me? I just call it retail.
With little to do in my life since I am no longer a college student, I have been spending almost an absurd amount of time working out. I basically have been living at the gym and on the steps of the Philadelphia Art Museum. But during this past month+ of intensely working out (which I’ve loved), I have found some things that I really hate about working out… and the people who work out around me.