Crashing so hard
Got up at 7:15am to finish unloading my LIFE from the back of Dad's truck. Then took a trip with him to the Shell station at the corner to get air in my tires. He also wanted a car wash and a fill up in his tank, stealing precious minutes from my sleep. By the time I finished with that, it was time to get ready for in-service and work at the JCC. No more sleep for me, so I'm starting the day running on ~6 hours.
In-service is practice in saves and procedures at the pool, so this is good for me. I'm finally on shift at 10:30am (and I feel like I've been up for half a day already) a little bit paranoid in the indoor pool because I'm still not allowed to perform CPR and I haven't talked with Ken about what I should do about that when he comes by and asks, very innocuously, "Do you want to work Campsite today?"
The JCC owns a buttload of land out somewhere in westbumblefuck nowhere Texas off HWY 59, and they've got hayrides and ponies and animals and all sorts of Texas ranch stuff and they also have a pool and a lake that need guarding. I don't know exactly what this entails, but I'm game. "Sure," I say, not knowing the sheer amount of physical labor involved.
I work at the lake for five and a half hours helping people in and out of lifejackets, paddleboats and canoes. With no shade. No breaks. And we're understaffed. Oh, and I also have no idea what I'm doing because apparently the J believes in on-the-job training and literally throws you in with the lions and tells you to do as Daniel did. That's great, except you're Buddhist and have no frickin' CLUE who Daniel was. Yeah. It's like that.
I'm actually sunburned. Seriously. Red. (For those of you who don't understand why this is a big deal, I have a dark brown complexion and never burn. Generally the trend is I just get really dark -- and have terrible tan lines. I'm actually afraid I might peel, which has happened a grand total of twice in my life.) I have a MASSIVE flip-flop tan from only like, an hour, or two. Nice thick band of pale from my Adidas flipflops, thanks.
Yeah, so. There was that. Which, I do get paid an extra dollar an hour for, so I earned roughly $45 -already detracting for taxes and suchnot- plus in-service is paid, so $10 dollars there. Except basically this entire day was paying for my brand-spankin'-new-can't-get-into-it-without-a-tub-of-Crisco BLUE Guard suit. When I have an ORANGE one. That no longer suffices. So it's subtracted from my PAY. *growls*
Then I went to the movies with Bethany because I haven't seen her. And of course, I see Momma Steidley's car in the lot. We're like, two down from them. It was hilarious. So I text MomO; "Enjoying your movie?" I get the response "R u here?" a little while later, and I can just imagine her bewildered face (and possibly looking around) then Amalie calls. I think they were getting out of their movie as I was getting in to mine and the fact that I came home yesterday completely slipped her mind.
... Yeah. That felt nice. She had prom yesterday too, so I can't really begrudge her that, but that's what I've been doing and apparently when I tell her doing stuff like that upsets me instead of trying to let it go (and failing and letting it fester) it works out better. So I'm going to have to tell her that. Apparently she cut her hair. Can't give a conclusion without seeing it.
Anyway, back to the movie: Ghosts of Girlfriends Past. Cute, very funny, and way more Matthew McConaughey centered than I expected, to be honest. I was looking for MOAR JGar (Jennifer Garner), TBH (to be honest). (Uh oh. abbvs. are starting to take over. Coherency is depleting.) But my general opinion is v. v. good movie. Although it kind of sucks to be reminded that it's a date movie when you've got a couple sitting right next to you kissing all the time. Which only proves to remind you how painfully alone you are. *plaintive sigh*
PREVIEWS: CANNOT WAIT FOR NEXT MERYL STREEP MOVIE. Bethany and I have decided to have a Meryl Marathon. She got the same face as Rachel did when I said I haven't seen Mamma Mia!. I'm sorry! It's just never happened! Quit getting mad at me and just fix it yourself, yeesh. Uh... that's the only one I can remembe--THE PROPOSAL. I LOVE SANDRA BULLOCK. I LOVE RYAN REYNOLDS. SANDRA + RYAN = THERE IS NO WAY YOU ARE STOPPING ME FROM SEEING THIS MOVIE. I. AM. SO. EXCITED. Bethany was having a hard time dealing with my squee. (I think it was finally escaping from yesterday, sorry about the delay in that, cherryfeather.) Also, there's Betty White. IMMEDIATE GOLD. End of story.
Okay. losing battle for coherency. tomorrow is mother's day. mom's been such a witch recently, I'm not inclined to care. she's extremely lucky she hadn't been when I was spending my bought-back-books money on her. have to remind dad to get flowers. and pappasito's. (it's what the woman wants.) can't remember what else I'm trying to remember to say... giving up nao. goodnight.
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I REMEMBER NOW; IT WAS THAT MY GRADES STILL HAVEN'T BEEN POSTED THOSE FUCKERS
I'M SRSLY INCLINED TO DRIVE BACK TO BATON ROUGE AND THROTTLE SOME BASTARDS
In-service is practice in saves and procedures at the pool, so this is good for me. I'm finally on shift at 10:30am (and I feel like I've been up for half a day already) a little bit paranoid in the indoor pool because I'm still not allowed to perform CPR and I haven't talked with Ken about what I should do about that when he comes by and asks, very innocuously, "Do you want to work Campsite today?"
The JCC owns a buttload of land out somewhere in westbumblefuck nowhere Texas off HWY 59, and they've got hayrides and ponies and animals and all sorts of Texas ranch stuff and they also have a pool and a lake that need guarding. I don't know exactly what this entails, but I'm game. "Sure," I say, not knowing the sheer amount of physical labor involved.
I work at the lake for five and a half hours helping people in and out of lifejackets, paddleboats and canoes. With no shade. No breaks. And we're understaffed. Oh, and I also have no idea what I'm doing because apparently the J believes in on-the-job training and literally throws you in with the lions and tells you to do as Daniel did. That's great, except you're Buddhist and have no frickin' CLUE who Daniel was. Yeah. It's like that.
I'm actually sunburned. Seriously. Red. (For those of you who don't understand why this is a big deal, I have a dark brown complexion and never burn. Generally the trend is I just get really dark -- and have terrible tan lines. I'm actually afraid I might peel, which has happened a grand total of twice in my life.) I have a MASSIVE flip-flop tan from only like, an hour, or two. Nice thick band of pale from my Adidas flipflops, thanks.
Yeah, so. There was that. Which, I do get paid an extra dollar an hour for, so I earned roughly $45 -already detracting for taxes and suchnot- plus in-service is paid, so $10 dollars there. Except basically this entire day was paying for my brand-spankin'-new-can't-get-into-it-without-a-tub-of-Crisco BLUE Guard suit. When I have an ORANGE one. That no longer suffices. So it's subtracted from my PAY. *growls*
Then I went to the movies with Bethany because I haven't seen her. And of course, I see Momma Steidley's car in the lot. We're like, two down from them. It was hilarious. So I text MomO; "Enjoying your movie?" I get the response "R u here?" a little while later, and I can just imagine her bewildered face (and possibly looking around) then Amalie calls. I think they were getting out of their movie as I was getting in to mine and the fact that I came home yesterday completely slipped her mind.
... Yeah. That felt nice. She had prom yesterday too, so I can't really begrudge her that, but that's what I've been doing and apparently when I tell her doing stuff like that upsets me instead of trying to let it go (and failing and letting it fester) it works out better. So I'm going to have to tell her that. Apparently she cut her hair. Can't give a conclusion without seeing it.
Anyway, back to the movie: Ghosts of Girlfriends Past. Cute, very funny, and way more Matthew McConaughey centered than I expected, to be honest. I was looking for MOAR JGar (Jennifer Garner), TBH (to be honest). (Uh oh. abbvs. are starting to take over. Coherency is depleting.) But my general opinion is v. v. good movie. Although it kind of sucks to be reminded that it's a date movie when you've got a couple sitting right next to you kissing all the time. Which only proves to remind you how painfully alone you are. *plaintive sigh*
PREVIEWS: CANNOT WAIT FOR NEXT MERYL STREEP MOVIE. Bethany and I have decided to have a Meryl Marathon. She got the same face as Rachel did when I said I haven't seen Mamma Mia!. I'm sorry! It's just never happened! Quit getting mad at me and just fix it yourself, yeesh. Uh... that's the only one I can remembe--THE PROPOSAL. I LOVE SANDRA BULLOCK. I LOVE RYAN REYNOLDS. SANDRA + RYAN = THERE IS NO WAY YOU ARE STOPPING ME FROM SEEING THIS MOVIE. I. AM. SO. EXCITED. Bethany was having a hard time dealing with my squee. (I think it was finally escaping from yesterday, sorry about the delay in that, cherryfeather.) Also, there's Betty White. IMMEDIATE GOLD. End of story.
Okay. losing battle for coherency. tomorrow is mother's day. mom's been such a witch recently, I'm not inclined to care. she's extremely lucky she hadn't been when I was spending my bought-back-books money on her. have to remind dad to get flowers. and pappasito's. (it's what the woman wants.) can't remember what else I'm trying to remember to say... giving up nao. goodnight.
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I REMEMBER NOW; IT WAS THAT MY GRADES STILL HAVEN'T BEEN POSTED THOSE FUCKERS
I'M SRSLY INCLINED TO DRIVE BACK TO BATON ROUGE AND THROTTLE SOME BASTARDS