The reason I talk about the Master Teacher at the studio in the past tense is that I am changing my reservation to take his upcoming class (as soon as certain family obligations are attended to), and actually going to go with The Yoga Teacher to the Future Yoga Rock Stars. For my last class at that studio. Last class possibly for a very long while. Possibly ever.
I can hardly wait to enjoy the effects of less stress around going to yoga ... [does that sound like a contradiction in terms ? ... ah, the irony of it!] .. which includes the flatter midsection that those food phobics and fat phobics at the studio seek to engender in their students ...
And, I can hardly envision really a different scenario, compared with the one that actually had happened.
I would have advanced a little slower if I had just gone along with things instead of making waves. But I let them know in no uncertain terms about things that just pissed me off. Pages and pages of emails. I printed them out, too. (It had not been a waste of paper.) I advanced rapidly enough because I worked at it AT HOME (which I can afford) ... so mostly my own doing.
I was underestimated by them, physically, mentally and spiritually.
But mostly, I had been lied to.
I forgave them, but it was still in the back of my mind. But I had been told of a really low price for classes that I figured they could have done for a six month period (in the back of my mind) based on how frequently I could make classes (again, in the back of my mind), based on a nearly 3 hour daily commute to my job and so rare occasions for time off that I had to take a good chunk of my vacation time in pay ... ...
But it had never been in the back of THEIR mind.
Now, they will give generous expiry dates on other programs .. but only to flight attendants. Road warriors could shove it!
This time it wasn't in the back of their mind ... because I asked Gumbylady ... and she would not budge.
One lost customer.