honestly...what does my 25 quid go toward...?

just got home from the least enjoyable trip to my gym since that pilates class. 
 
i was late cuz i was having free canapes in the park after a seminar at school and realised i was just in time for spinning at 8 when i arrived at the gym.  woo.  sadly, things pretty much went downhill from there, when:

• the girl who signed me in failed to "punch" my card so i could use the new locker mechanism, requiring me to run upstairs, after getting changed, to get this done, and to run back downstairs to shove my stuff in a locker.  time: 8:10 pm.
• the bike i chose made a high pitched 'weeeeEEEE' sound when ridden fast, moving Steven to say "is that my bike?" and me to put on the brakes and realise that the sound stopped when I did.  time: 8:20 pm.
• the replacement bike i chose was an old one that was hard to set-up and only when i had painstakingly done this did i find out that it had only two resistance settings:  nothing, and OMG.  brilliant. 

so, i mean, when things finally settled down i still got a 30 minute workout, right?  pff.