man vs man + nature

Log Start: 10:17pm August 17th 2009

I feel like i owe myself a lot. i've been slacking off on the blogging, mainly because there's just no time for me to blog. there are so many things to do during the summer besides work. and i have no time (or effort) to come and type up so many words after work, even if it's for my memories. But, good thing is, work is about to end. that means i can keep on re-capping since the last time i updated. and hopefully i can remember a majority of what happened.

because funny shit happens during the summer, i love it.

but for my first update since forever, id like to focus on today, mainly.

what's so special about today?
see, i believe in a cost/reward system for life, or at least myself. so i get bad luck one day, and then good luck on other days.
i've had some days with bad bad luck, but they're not worth mentioning. and i've also had days with good good luck, that is also... not worth mentioning.

But then there are days with shit OMGWTFFMLLLLLLLL luck. Which is today -_-

see, today was not a normal day at work. it's the final week countdown, which is what all the pool staff wait for EVERY SINGLE YEAR.
this year i've had the worse experiences with kids too, i've yelled more this year than ever, i've kicked more kids out, and i've wanted to kill more kids -_-

despite being a bad summer for me this year, i've also had pretty rough days like today.

Here we go, today started out as #5 on the countdown. 5 more days until the end of work, 5 more days until freedom, 5 more days until i go pig out somewhere and then resume my normal (ok i lie... not that normal) college life in stony brook in about 2 weeks.

first it's at work, i get a morning break, which is the worst and i haven't had one since my 1st year here. so i thought it'll be nice to go to red mango to get some yogurt. okay i'm good on time, i reach the parking lot and theres fucking no space. dead smack in the middle of the day, there is no space for me to park.

i come here any other day during the morning-afternoon hours. i find parking.
but not today, eh. so i come back to work a few mins late, get yelled at by the head lifeguard. nothing much. and then i become the messenger boy of the 40 minute teaching period.
i get called up to the office to talk about a kid who has ADD, and possibly downs and i have to sit there to come up with an excuse to tell the parent about how their kid has an inability to learn.

first of all, you're a bad fucking parent if you haven't realized that your kid can't learn shit. you probably call up the schools every week asking why your kid doesn't know how to count to ten or recite the damned ABCs. and then you blame it on the instructors that your kid can't learn.

meanwhile your kid likes kicking me in the fucking crotch and feeling up on the female lifeguards butt. sorry for your son being such a pervert at a young age. may he have a normal life when he grows out of the stage were he has to open his mouth all the time and lick every fucking thing he sees and then asks me why his foot tastes so fucking funny.

maybe you should shower him once in awhile or maybe you should be the one giving him more attention. i know women are trying to be independent and get a job and stick it up to the man. but if you let others take care of your child and then complain that they're doing a bad job. then fucking quit your job and pamper your son 24/7. maybe you'll know what it's like to watch little devils run around into walls because they "couldn't see it"

and to the fat little white kid who thinks he can swim because he passed my level one class. YOU'RE A FAILURE. YOUR PARENTS ARE A FAILURE and i hope you grow more independent. everytime this kid swims he burps in my face and laughs while i'm ready to fucking puke. i ask him what he ate and EVERY DAY it's something along the lines of "SCRAMBLED EGGS! and LOTS of them! i love scrambled eggs and sausage for breakfest" there's a huge problem if you're feeding your child this junk everyday. and then you don't know how to swim an claim that you dont need a floatation device.

so this kid takes off his bubble (the floaty) and jumps into the pool. Good game. sink sink sink *help help*


i remember saying to someone last year that the office upstairs give these kids placement tests and then put them in classes with similar IQ. because some of these classes are the smartest and best people ever and then some of these classes are full of fucking idiots.

So the kid i discusses with my boss is the kid who licks everything. she comes down from her office and watches this kid.
so i teach this class with someone else and while she's talking, i'm helping the kids with swimming. and then my boss has the guts to say "Brian, you're not teaching anyway, help this kid out. give him some private time so it looks like you're doing something"

that was it.

i wanted to fucking walk out right there.

i dont care if you're my boss, you dont disrespect your employees like that in front of children and co-workers and you especially don't assume shit because the last 3 weeks of camp i've been handling the most shit and i sure as hell am teaching and doing my job.

so i spent the rest of this period trying to teach this kid meanwhile he says "i can do it without the kickboard!"

i dont want to deal with kids anymore.

and then i get into a mini brawl with a female co-worker. worst day ever.
girls' best weapon are their nails. usually i'm fine with them and they dont hurt as much but today the chlorine was at 8.

oh right, let me tell you about the chlorine. The chlorine is considered "High" at 5 and the pool should be closed if it's any higher or if there's any poop or puke in the pool.
my boss, lazy as shit. doesn't close the fucking pool because she doesn't want the parents calling complaining that their child doesn't swim.

Fuck. because now we have to deal with the shit in the pool and it's the lifeguards bodys that are taking the damage. so the scratches break a layer of my skin and then the chlorine rushes in. i now spend the whole day in pain and the cuts are now swollen thanks to the chlorine.

and to top it all off.

after we breakdown the pool and we're ready to go home, i grab my waterbottle and theres a fucking bee on it.

now, i didn't know there was a bee on it because it was on the other side. i grab my bottle and as soon as i walk 3 steps the bee fucking stings me and now i can't move my middle finger on my left hand.

if anyone's been sting by a bee before (that was my first time) it hurts so bad. so very bad. you can't even imagine how bad it hurts unless it's happened to you. i'm lucky the stinger didn't get stuck in me or i would of broken something.

the venom of the bee just makes it hurt so much and my finger is still swollen. if i find the nest somehow i'm going to shoot water at it and then jet to my car. fucking bees, go back to making honey.


today is just a bad day overall. although the excessive swearing in this post does make me feel a lot better, my finger still fucking hurts, my cuts are still swollen and my hatred for stupidity as grown more.


HakoneDayDreamer, i'm going to raise my kids the right way. No fucking scrambled eggs in the morning, you're eating some noodles damnit!