For example, with all this CPR and AR stuff, I can literally be a lifesaver. It's so cool. Other times, I'm like "God, why did I ever take this job?!" Like when I had to pick up poop from the wave pool. I nearly quit over that. It had been a rough day and then all of a sudden it just gets worse. Poop, man. I did not sign up to pick up poop.
For that matter, I didn't sign up to pick up used pads, tapons, or loaded diapers, either. Nor did I have any wish to fish condoms out of the wavepool. My job is so disgusting sometimes.
Yesterday, I was at Mineshaft bottom when the tubes ran out. Everytime people hit the catchpool, everyone would crowd around the stairs and try to get the tube. I tried to do crowd control while fishing small drowning children out of the deep and and directing people where to go, but I just couldn't manage it all. It wasn't long before the crowd had begun to form into a small mob of thirty people who were pissed as hell at me. They just kept screaming at me and saying all sorts of horrible things to me. So I did the only thing I could--I retreated to my little corner of the pool to allow the guest to fend off each other and began to cry. It didn't work, though, because people kept coming by to yell at me, which just made me cry harder.
Eventually I just started double-whistling until a guard came out of the breakroom to find out what idiot was abusing their whistle privledges. I managed to sob out that I needed a supervisor because I couldn't handle the crowd any longer. No sooner than she had gone back in than 2 leads and a supervisor come running to my aid. I was so happy. It was like being rescued by Camelot's knights. Artie came by to make sure I was okay while Bo and Christian organized a line and dispersed the crowd. Christian kept coming by later to check up on me, but to be honest, the whole incident left me shaky the rest of the day.
That night was Mandi's party, which was fun. Granted, I was only there for like an hour and a half because of work, but I take what I can get when it comes to time with my friends. Mandi got some rather interesting gifts. I'd write about them, but they made me blush. (Not really--it takes quite a bit these days for me to blush)
Bianca was there, which surprised me, although it shouldn't have. I knew Mandi and Bianca were friends, but I guess since she hasn't been at the other parties, I assumed that she wouldn't be at this one. You know what they say about assuming things. In anycase, everyone at the party remained civil, and more importantly, I remained civil to everyone else.
I wish I could say the same about my job. I mean, I had done a good job of remaining nice to all the guards before today, even though there are quite a few bitches that I have to work with. Despite all their sarcasm, flat out rude behavior, and insults, I have held my tongue the entire season because I didn't want to cause trouble. (It's different when you have to work with people)
Today, though, Brandy got all pissed at me because I wasn't doing her job properly. I was watching West 3's beach because she was at the bathroom, when we quite suddenly closed down because of rain. She just left me there on that beach while she went to talk to her friends, leaving me to deal with guests. Damn it, I hate dealing with guests. So when they cleared away from the beach when it really started pouring, I bailed out to go hang with Nicole and this other girl I've made friends with. Then it started to lighten up and the people moved back to the beach---but I didn't. So Brandy starts yelling at me to move the hell back there. I was like, "It's not my beach, it's not my responsiblity. You can stop chatting with your friends and go watch it yourself." So she started bitching about how I was watching it first, so I had to finish watching it, and I was like, "Hello, bitch, I was doing you a favor. Now back off and shut up, because I'm not listening," to which she started screaming at my back about how she wasn't going to put with my attitude. Whatever. I just wish I'd been ruder to her. She deserved it.
I learned how to change a flat tire recently. I'm very proud of myself and eternally thankful that I have such a cool, jack-of-all-trades grandpa who can swoop down and save me.
I can't find the thing I typed up for the journalism class. I have no clue what I did with the disks me and Esa handled that last Wednesday. I need to find them before I pop off to 203 on Tuesday, and damnit, I remember they were in my room, but then I cleaned it and I don't know where I hid them.
I really like my new roommate. She so cool. Likes the same music as me, reads the same books, is the same major. We should get along great. Even better, she's from Indiana, so she understand cold. And of course, she at least has visited the campus, so she can help me out when I get horrible lost and confused. Her name's Kate.