Hell is fire and brimstone, Hell is ice, you know the two. If you're a long-time reader of my blog (or just an obsessive binger), then you might remember my take on why Hell is actually a mixture of the two...of why Hell is Water. And if you couldn't tell already, I just had a day reaffirming my belief.
Hell is having so many patrons that you have FOUR guards actively involved...then having one guard leave yet still being at the same number of patrons. (For those not in the know: that's 75 people in the pool at the same exact time.) Mostly kids, at that! Hell is when--even after a special group of people left--you're still at a high two-guard ratio.
Hell is when you lose your third guard yet maintain that number of people, still mostly kids, most of them not familiar with pool rules as they're not regulars. Hell is when you finally do get to a one guard ratio...and it's still a high one-guard ratio that you maintain for THE ENTIRETY OF YOUR SHIFT. (In the 20s.)
Hell is having every family leaving replaced by a fresh new family that will be there for two hours (the average time a family stays in the pool, I've found), causing a break even in numbers. And Hell is having no rest, no food, no drink, and no break for two of the three hours you're guarding, because of this continuous cycle at work.
...That being said, I can't complain too much. It is my job, after all. To a certain extent, days like this are preferable from a work perspective: I'm actually earning my paycheck. I'm doing something full-time, whereas on a normal day, I run out of things to do, which is bad as far as work is concerned. (They don't like you slacking off.)
And while it might feel like hell, when all was said and done...no incidents happened, meaning that ultimately the only consequence of the day was me eating much later and being far more exhausted. Speaking of which...well, I was planning on doing something productive between work and dance, but after going through THAT, I have a better idea:
Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepp......
Hell is having so many patrons that you have FOUR guards actively involved...then having one guard leave yet still being at the same number of patrons. (For those not in the know: that's 75 people in the pool at the same exact time.) Mostly kids, at that! Hell is when--even after a special group of people left--you're still at a high two-guard ratio.
Hell is when you lose your third guard yet maintain that number of people, still mostly kids, most of them not familiar with pool rules as they're not regulars. Hell is when you finally do get to a one guard ratio...and it's still a high one-guard ratio that you maintain for THE ENTIRETY OF YOUR SHIFT. (In the 20s.)
Hell is having every family leaving replaced by a fresh new family that will be there for two hours (the average time a family stays in the pool, I've found), causing a break even in numbers. And Hell is having no rest, no food, no drink, and no break for two of the three hours you're guarding, because of this continuous cycle at work.
...That being said, I can't complain too much. It is my job, after all. To a certain extent, days like this are preferable from a work perspective: I'm actually earning my paycheck. I'm doing something full-time, whereas on a normal day, I run out of things to do, which is bad as far as work is concerned. (They don't like you slacking off.)
And while it might feel like hell, when all was said and done...no incidents happened, meaning that ultimately the only consequence of the day was me eating much later and being far more exhausted. Speaking of which...well, I was planning on doing something productive between work and dance, but after going through THAT, I have a better idea:
Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepp......
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