As a head lifeguard, I often feel like I'm babysitting. And I'm not just talking about the patrons.
The leopard seal. What more can I say? Well, to Amaya I could explain who the leopard seal is, but that would take effort. Mix the leopard seal with a fellow that I believe I gave the pseudonym Mike and you get a heinous mixture.
The first signs were at the first closing of the day. Mike sprayed the seal with a hose, the seal retaliated by splashing him with semi-squeegeed water and stealing the hose. What followed after was a ten-minute water fight that I had to try to contain before we could finish cleaning. Ridiculous. Because of their horsing around, we only had two squeegees. Therefore, their punishment was that they had to get all the water in the girls' locker room down the drains. Alone.
The goings-on during the party were, I'll admit, entertaining. Also, I must accept some responsibility because, in a lapse of thought, I put them next to each other in the rotation. However, we were guarding handicapped people that tended to need more watching than other people. So, while I found their tube-fighting humorous, I also had to attempt to keep them contained, even if there were only three people in their combined areas. Then, they began to get me involved in the actual fighting. Mike insisted on making sure I saw every time that the seal hit him and he plead with me to do something about it. Then, after a while, the seal tried to talk to me but I couldn't hear him over the roar of the water. I cupped my ear; he called again. I still couldn't hear so I cupped my ear again. It reminded me of a dog, so I started "scratching" my ear like a dog. The seal mimicked me and Mike immediately started shouting, "That's cheating; you can't flirt! Flirting is cheating." I think the seal tried to protest, because Mike was soon responding, "I don't know about you, but I saw flirting."
Hilarious.
They then, somehow, started a contest on who could make me laugh first in between the times when they were whacking each other. Mike failed, because he tried to make me laugh by using his whistle in a way that tends to make me angry. The seal, on the other hand, waited until we were close enough in the rotation to talk and then we discussed this and that and he got me to laugh. All the while Mike was using his whistle infuriatingly. I didn't know about the contest until afterwards. Those two are odd ducks. Or whatever.
Things I learned today:
-The seal is supposedly not afraid of anything and he would very much like to be a canine officer. If he were to stop aging, he would like to stop aging at 18.
-I have a coworker that is deathly afraid of dogs. She would like to stop aging at 22.
-I have a coworker that is deathly afraid of spiders. Aging stop at 21.
-Never, EVER let the seal and Mike be next to each other in the rotation again.
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Hmm. You know, Mavis, you should just send me a key to all of these animals. That would really help! But don't feel obligated...
For the record, I'd stop aging at death.
as has been discussed, it's a very telling question. amaya as told us so much with just a few words.
flirting is cheating.
the leopard seal's just weird today. he started throwing my stuff on the floor today so i had to bend down and pick it up. and he was pushing me and trying to make me laugh so that my abdomen would hurt. why is it so funny when i'm in pain?
hey thought that i need feedback on: what if we hiked timp for my b-day? would that work? i guess we still have to wait and see who all is going to the dance and jazz. this is all too complicated.
I think hiking Timp would be awesome. We'd have to do it early morning or late afternoon though. I'm opposed to hiking in the heat. It doesn't agree with my stomach.
i whole-heartedly agree with you. we could leave early and eat a second breakfast on the saddle!
Well, the question is interesting. If you'd have asked me it a few months ago, I would have said seventeen. I did not want to turn eighteen! Most of my birthday was spent ignoring the fact that it was my birthday. I just wanted to stay seventeen forever. But now that I've been eighteen for over a month, it's become okay. Life will go on and you'll be okay no matter what your age is. So even though I might like things at a particular time, I'll like the future, too. Just learn to enjoy the present...
If you do decide to hike Timp, then good luck! I don't think that I could do that... I just am that way. I'd rather spend the day cleaning up raquetball courts!
Whoa, we're on at the same time!
maya, your cwazy. okay though. whoa. that was weird that we were on at the same time.
i'd say around late twenties, early thirties for forever, i'm just not ready to get anywhere near that yet. i'm not ready to be 16 yet and i've been there for almost a year.
*thinks that the French fairy tale White Cat would be a good thing to write a story about*
If only it weren't French...
Maybe I could pretend that all the cats were German.
Mais, oui!
Aber, ja!
Nei, da, jeg bare tuller!
achtung!
nefer bin
'Kay, I decided that it would be unkind to the folktale to transplant it. Therefore, I will be finding a baby book with French names in it. In the meantime, can anyone tell me the translation of Blanchette?
little white thingamabob.
Essentially. Blanche = white (feminine).
So it's "Little Female White Thingamabob."
I guess, kinda... The "ette" implies something smaller, as in "novel" vs. "novelette," if you know what I mean.
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