What started off as a lovely evening, soon ended very rapidly.

For those who don't know, this is Enterprise Week. I went to an Enterprise event, which was very good and informative. Had the opportunity to speed-network and attend 3 short workshops on Finance, Networking and Procurement. I came away very fulfilled and enlightened. 

Then off to the Leisure centre for my class. This class has not been much of a success if I must say so myself. The advertising on behalf of the centre has been very poor. Members don't know whether they should or should't be paying.

One week I rang in to say I wouldn't be in. My friend later called me to say that there was a group of people waiting for the class and where was I? Reception failed to inform people that there was no class. Never a week passes when there is not a problem with the CD player. Either your tracks jump, or the other decent one does not have a volume button.

Anyway. My very first week, I was raring to go, 2 students in tow. Get to my studio and there is another class in there full of about 20 strong fit men doing circuit training. The guy running the show kindly tells me that he has been using MY room for a long time now and that I could use the Squash Court for my class. Basically he ain't going nowhere.

I went to check this out with the management team, who advised me that this guys has always use MY room although he pays for a smaller space. As a one off and due to the fact I only have 2 students I go to the squash court, to try and run a Hoop class with no music, listening to men grunting as they hit the racket, not a good combination.

Following week I'm back in the Studio, the 20 odd guys have to go back to the squash court. Every week, they try to intimidate me by coming up to my class, peering through the glass counting how many people I have in my class. One week I actually thought the guy wanted to join my class. When I asked him, he made a snide remark, letting me know that I would not be in that room for long. TALK ABOUT BULLYBOY TACTICS. 

So there I am waiting for the class to start. I'm about to go upstairs and I get collared by one of the guy's from the circuit training, basically more comments about my class and why can't I use the squash court, how they are more needy than me. Just as I was about to go, two more come along and start the process again. I assure them that I'm due to go on holiday soon so they will have their room soon.

I go upstairs and low and behold the 20 odd men are in the studio doing thier circuit training. As my class hadn't started I sat outside the studio. One by one the guys came upstairs and started gloating due to me sitting there.

I decided to see the duty manager. By this time I'm fuming. I had a few people present by this time and my blood is boiling. One of the receptionist informed me that she told the guys I was booked in the studio for 6 weeks (this was my 6th week I informed her) and how these guys had been coming there for years. She tried to pass it off as management fault. Little did she know I already knew the full SP.

Although the duty manager was prepared to vacate them from the studio, I decided to call it a day. I was mad with myself for letting those bullies win. In hindsight I should have insisted the manager evict them but I didn't want any unnecessary confrontation. So I said farewell to my students and slid quietly out the door.

It was not until I came home that it dawned on me that I was being bullied by this group. 1, for the fact I was out numbered and maybe being a woman it also gave them the power to intimidate me. I think this is what infuriated me more than anything else because I felt as though I let them win, when in fact I could have stood my ground.

Well I decided I was gonna get with it and create a Blog on my website. Mainly driven by the fact that I'll be travelling in the near future so some exotic locations and I wanted to keep everyone posted on my adventures.

Created my blog, so I thought on the site. Now I wanted to create a Blog on Facebook. It is now 11.10 and I've been on this since 8.00am approx, but as you will see I don't give up. Facebook offer you the facility to import your Blogs from elsewhere but no matter how hard I tried it wouldn't work. So I decided to put a Blog on Tribe and try it again. Yippee Facebook liked Tribe. So now to find out why the website one wouldn't work?

To cut the story short, I tried to edit my original Blog, but it was showing that I had no Blog registered. So now this is just a test and I want to see if Facebook now recognises it.

For those on Facebook if it shows then you know mission accomplished. Either way I'll let you know how I get on.

Over and  Out

 I know this is back to front now. I actually originally posted this at 8am but as you will learn from this blog, all is not alays what it seems.

The saying you learn something new everyday is definitely true.

I think I'm at that age now where I can't be asked. I'm beginning to turn into my parents.

My 12 year old daughter was helping my friend with some admin tasks. Well, actually I was the one who was suppose to do it, but because I knew it would take me all day, I asked her. Before I even took two breaths mission completed.

In the evening my friend came around for dinner. I thought it was an ideal opportunity for her to upload her stuff onto Facebook. She is worst than me and I think I'm computer literate. Then my daughter goes into Bebo talk. Well I just had to go and sit down, cos now she has lost me.

My friend is starting a project for young people and I suggested that Facebook might be a good site to get her message across. My daughter finds Facebook difficult to use so recommended my friend uses Bebo. I was now gleaming that I can't be that bad after all, if I can use Facebook and she can't? (Mum is actually better than she thinks). Just diverting a bit. My son who is 19, friend, came over the other day, I was struggling uploading my flyer on Facebook so I called him to rescue me. Cos there is no way my son is gonna come voluntarily.

The boy was in shock, "what you doing on Facebook" ,he asked me. So I spun it back. "What do you do on Facebook"? He networks was the replied. Well that's exactly what I do on there. Then he goes and pushes the boundaries by asking me if my son is on my friends list.

My lovely son won't put neither me or his father on there, even though I've begged friendship with him a few times, but I know when I'm beaten. Anyway, the moral of that story is I must be a cool mum in his friends eyes, so I've built up my cred a bit, that can't be bad hey?

I know when I was my daughter's age there is no way my parent's would've been up to speed like me.

Anyway back to my story, (come in like Ronnie Corbet on the Two Ronnie's, switching between stories) (yea I know just get on with it) we go with the Bebo idea as she has more friends on there and that's where the young folks hang. We tried to setup a Bebo account for my friend (not that simple after all). Her daughter's have been using her email account for their Bebo. So then we go into plan B ad setup a new email account for her.

Well Hotmail's certainly changed since I used it last. Why are you doing that I asked my daughter, that's not what your suppose to do? Well you know mum ain't got a clue what's she talking about cos I use AOL and you have to sign into your account to get additional email addresses.

By this stage I decide to leave it to her and sit back with my glass of wine and Chocolate Fudge Cake.

Daughter done a good job, which is to be updated. Then she goes and starts talking about using the logo as a Skin.!!! AAH What the hell is a Skin?

Details of the project as follows for those on Facebook:<ahref="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=41007228695">Facebook Kidz United Community Project

Hooray!!!! It worked.