I've come to rant about my summer job...
So, my work is driving me absolutely nuckin' futs. I work at our school's Summer Rec program and I've been attending the program since I was little so of course it's so much freaking fun to be working there. It barely feels like work because I enjoy the kids and I spend my whole daying swimming and giving swimming lessons, which is just perfect.
And then I have days like today that make me feel like I'm an awful, fun-hating person because I want to follow the rules. So, I have to lifegaurd for the diving board and I tell kids when they can go and when they can't so they don't jump on each other - though that's not really important, but *shrug* - and I also obviously have to watch the rest of the deep end and make sure the rules are abided by.
Like last week, all the swimming instructors got lectured for pushing and shoving and letting the kids roughhouse and for us participating in it. I, of course, am such a freaking goody two-shoes and wasn't involved in this so I was just like, "la la la, not me," and went about my buisness. But today!!! Today I got SO PISSED. Because there were all these other instructors pushing each other into the pool and as soon as they start doing it, so do the kids, and it just becomes this epic clusterfuck of pushing and shoving and me freaking out about people dying. It's not enjoyable as a lifegaurd.
So, I, being a good person and fearing for people's lives, blow my whistle at them and make a face at the instructors like, "what the fuck are you fucking DOING!?!?!" and they stop. For that moment, anyways. But the kids, the kids are still shoving, so I'm /freaking out/ and blowing my whistle like crazy and my bosses are running around like maniacs telling twenty thousand kids to sit out and have a time-out for pushing, and I'm just sitting in the lifeguard chair seething because it's all the fucking bad instructors fault.
So there I am, seethe seethe seethe, not having to blow my whiste [ :) ] for about twenty minutes and then the instructors start shoving again. At this point, I'm irrationally angry just watching them start, and I blow my whistle and scream and UGHHH. So, afterward, when I was done guarding and had to go teach my lesson, I mentioned to my boss and she was like, "I know," and then NOTHING HAPPENED. *mindless angry keymash*
Things got worse. I normally have three boys, but only two showed up today - my FAVORITE was the one who DIDN'T show - and they started to go outside without me, even after my boss told them to wait for me. So, I lectured them for not waiting for and for not listening to my boss, and then my boss lectured them for both things and then my boys - thirteen year olds, thinking they know all, blah blah blah =/ - were pissed for the rest of the lesson.
One of them, Jaycob, decided he was 'done with this,' and got out of the pool and didn't swim. THEN IT GOT BETTER! Tristan, the other boy, decided that he *really wanted* to complete his laps, and even when I told him that I'd cut him a break and he didn't have to finish, he was like, "No. I think I should," and procedeed to do it. I was SO PROUD.
And then I ate cookies and rode my bike home in a record time of eight minutes.
I am now at panicatthecobra 's house, typing this while she takes a nap. At 12am, I'ma wake her up and I'm going to eat a MASSIVE bowl of cereal, sitting at her kitchen table, while she paces around around and rants. It's fabulous.
While I've been typing this, I've also been talking to eddis64 and holy shit, we typed the same thing like forty times. We are *Brain Twins*.
Also. When I'm not being impossibly pissed over work, I will address how much I *LOVE* Change, but my brain is fried and fucked up and I don't have the mentality to assess it like I'd like to right now... but I do love it.
(P.S. I don't think I'ma ever stop tagging them as the ryan/jon band, just because I love that tag.)