July 20, 2003

• Today I started my still life all over again. This time I like it better, but it’s only pencil because while I was drawing it Spencer called. He begged, he pleaded, and finally he got me to head over to the Lincolnshire Swim Club (in 5 min. I might add) to fill in for a vacant 10 o’clock shift. When I got there, I discovered that they definately needed me. You see they fired the only compitant assistant manager they had and replaced her with Spencer. That pool is a mess and needs to be shut down for stupidity. They need major help.
  
  We also discovered, when I got there, that the pool was reading an extremely low amount of chlorine. Being the genius I suggested that we add some chlorine, but Spencer was quick to point out that there was none left. None in storage, none in the pool. It makes for a great pool of diseases. That’s what happens when you fire the only person who orders chemicals.
  
  Well, they took care of it, and I started guarding. I missed the swim club prior to today. I had forgotten what brats we have living in Lincolnshire- the big ones that I suppose technically are called parents. Urg. And there were so many people- I was blowing my whistle 5 times a min.
  
  Because we only had 4 guards, and 3 had to be guarding at once, I didn’t get too many breaks. I got off at 2:50, just in time to head over to my regular shift at Old Farm Village.
  
  When I got there, the parking lot was filled and all the spots on the street were taken. I had to park far away, which made me slightly aggitated. I almost just went home. The first words I heard walking in the gate are, “Dan we have some problems.” I thought I was going to flip.
  
  Apparently my boss fired the pool manager. It’s about time. He’s always caught sleeping on the job- which is probably exactly what he was doing last Sunday when two injuries occured that weren’t documented- heck, they weren’t treated. He sat there in the chair doing nothing.
  
  So . . . I took his place, and his hours . . . just what I needed, more hours. I feel swamped. grrr- and they aren’t giving me a raise because they already gave me one a few days ago. (I know I know, poor me )
  
  Anyway, I started guarding. It was rather uneventful, if you exclude my boss spending just short of 3 hours at the pool with me, the little girl who went to the bathroom on the pool deck (guess who cleaned that up), the little boy who threw a tantrum, the little . . . I’m done. just done. Fun day let me tell you.

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