I don't get paid enough for this shit...
Okay, so I had to work both Saturday and Sunday this week. Not horrible, yaknow? Only *counts* 9 hours total. But, keep in mind that I'm a lifeguard, with no breaks in there. And I have to clean up both days, which means mopping, shutting everything down, cleaning up in general. So, on Saturday I have a birthday party. about 14 12-year-old girls show up and luckily, my boss had called in another guard Mark to help me out. So Mark and I get to entertain the girls, for about an hour or so... Then we got to clean up, not bad, but stayed a couple minutes after five finishing up.
So then Sunday rolls around...
I get to work, all good. Talk to my boss, get the Feb. schedule worked out. Work on some homework, all fun. The party arrives. They're good, not like yesterday's, and much easier to handle. So there is about 20 minutes before closing and I am like "C'mon you stupid minute hand! Move faster!" Then this little girl comes up to me. She's all like "My grandma had an accident." Lifeguard instinct goes into action. I'm thinking, twisted ankle, hurting hip, whatever. So I walk over to her grandmother, who is standing and leaning on her walker, which surprises me. I'm like 'You're supposed to be on the floor in slight agony! What are you doing standing up?' So I ask her what's wrong, and she says "I had an accident." She gestures to an area of the deck behind her, which I then notice has lumpy brown stuff on it. Mind going blank, I can only say "O...kay ma'am. ...Don't worry about it. I'll, uh, clean it up." *smiles* So I get the dustpan and LOTS of paper towels and clean up all the shit. After several trips to the trashcan, I've removed most of it, and then mop over it with an 80/20% mix of bleach and water. So, mopping done, I get to do the rest of the cleanup.
The worse part of the shit? It was diareah shit. *shudders* I smelled like a weird mixture of sweat, chlorine, cake and ice cream, and shit when I left work... *shudders again*
Other than that, it was an okay weekend...
Now for homework...
PS: Look, there's a pun in the subject line! *crickets chirp* I'll leave now...
So then Sunday rolls around...
I get to work, all good. Talk to my boss, get the Feb. schedule worked out. Work on some homework, all fun. The party arrives. They're good, not like yesterday's, and much easier to handle. So there is about 20 minutes before closing and I am like "C'mon you stupid minute hand! Move faster!" Then this little girl comes up to me. She's all like "My grandma had an accident." Lifeguard instinct goes into action. I'm thinking, twisted ankle, hurting hip, whatever. So I walk over to her grandmother, who is standing and leaning on her walker, which surprises me. I'm like 'You're supposed to be on the floor in slight agony! What are you doing standing up?' So I ask her what's wrong, and she says "I had an accident." She gestures to an area of the deck behind her, which I then notice has lumpy brown stuff on it. Mind going blank, I can only say "O...kay ma'am. ...Don't worry about it. I'll, uh, clean it up." *smiles* So I get the dustpan and LOTS of paper towels and clean up all the shit. After several trips to the trashcan, I've removed most of it, and then mop over it with an 80/20% mix of bleach and water. So, mopping done, I get to do the rest of the cleanup.
The worse part of the shit? It was diareah shit. *shudders* I smelled like a weird mixture of sweat, chlorine, cake and ice cream, and shit when I left work... *shudders again*
Other than that, it was an okay weekend...
Now for homework...
PS: Look, there's a pun in the subject line! *crickets chirp* I'll leave now...