For the past three summers, I have been working for a pool in my town as a lifeguard, and to be honest, it’s the best job I’ve ever had.
I’ve only had I think 4 jobs though, so I’m not completely sure that’s a great frame of reference.
The place I went to was this fancy restaurant where my brother worked as a busboy at one point, and a friend worked as a hostess.
I decided to apply as a hostess because me + waiting tables sounds like just about the worst idea ever.
If you're wondering,
Something along those lines, I would assume. But with bits of food flying everywhere and glass getting into people's orifices.
I’m hoping I can learn how to do something new- well something other than lifeguarding. Now don’t get my wrong- I LOVE my job.
When I say love I actually mean it’s amazing. I get to sit in the sun, tan, and jump in the pool several times a day. Also people are always having picnics and barbeques there so basically it’s my heaven (FREE FOOD).
I have a food problem. I wouldn't call it a problem though. But then again the first sign of addiction is denial.
I write this as I sit eating an over sized chocolate bunny.
At the pool we sell ice cream to the kids every hour on the hour during adult swim. I think it is to distract them from the fact that they're not in the pool with ice cream. It sure distracts me.
The office is very applicable today.
But back to the pool.
After a long day of yelling at kids for running, and eating in the pool area, and deal with annoying parents and so on, the end of the day is more like this:
The best days at the pool are the one when it rains. And even better when it thunders. I can’t count the number of times where we pray for thunder.
Because if I don't get those sweet sweet breaks from the little chilluns, I might go a little cray.
I think I'll leave that there for now.
Closing Remarks:
Nigel of the Day
And my favorite journalist and favorite actor, together- epic picture.
Hunter S. Thompson and Johnny Depp
For that matter:
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