I am generally not very nice to F'in Alex. I routinely call him an asshole and tell him to f**k off. By routinely I mean several times per session. Last Thursday I completely told him off for not doing his job and allowing Sam to get so hurt. To get even F'in Alex was a jerk and made me do extra hard things. I had to do pushups (the only exercise I really hate and he knows it), and do squats holding 30 lbs just to name a few. When he told me I was going to pay for yelling at him, I said "bring it on." No F'in 25 year old is going to get the best of me.
However, today in honour of his 25th birthday, I am going to not swear at him or complain or really be myself. I am going to try and be pleasant because spending part of a birthday training me is truly awful. To be clear, I am not saying I am not going to swear (swearing helps relieve pain, the research shows it), but I am not going to direct my swearing at him. There is clearly a difference between a f**k under my breathe and f**k off you ass. I think it is going to be a very hard session for me. Perhaps having Sam there will make it easier. Maybe I can tell him where to go instead.
In case this gift fails and he is just too much of a jerk and I can't not tell him off, I have a back up one . . . . I made him a playlist (he has no idea what good music is) and he will be getting songs from iTunes from me. I am sure just because the one song is called F**k You, it is still a very nice gift.