Dangerous Job

13 July 2012

So how do you begin to describe my job? By this point I am sure that any person reading this post is well aware to the fact that I am a lifeguard. At Prairie View Heights, the pool at which I work, this would also be known as a full time babysitter. Kids come and go all day long and most of them are straight up turds, for a lack of a better word. Today for example, a girl in the pool insists the girl friends I bring to the pool are completely ugly. She said to me, “Oh goodness they are so ugly I do not even know what you’re looking at.” Another girl proceeds to tell her that she is just jealous and that my friends are beautiful. This all occurs while a fit kid is battling for their attention through a belly dance to a Katy Perry song. Now as much as I enjoy a tan overweight boy shaking his gut to express how he is “a California girl,” sometimes my job is just plain weird. Most of the time I am forced to just sit back and ignore the comments that fly by me every day because I feel as though each one is a potential danger to my brain cells. As a lifeguard I not only save lives, but I now have to be careful and guard my own wisdom with the childish stupidities that aim to overtake my subconscious every day. On the flip side there probably is not another job I would rather have; and not just for the hilarious tweet worthy scenarios that occur on a daily basis. I love the people and my coworkers daily and though they can be a real pain in the butt, I really do appreciate the wonderful job that I have.

I also just realized that I spent ten minutes thinking about what I could possibly tell my audience that would interest them, when today so happens to be Friday the thirteenth. I am sure my views on superstitions would have been far more interesting than a bunch of rowdy kids. Maybe the stupidty is hitting me harder than I thought.