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Ethnicity. A European Medley!
Location Radomyshl, Ukraine
School. Seattle Pacific Univ
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You Can Dance If You Want To
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You think you're tired now...
Saturday. 3.5.05 1:16 am
Just got home from work; I can't bring myself to say no to extra hours right now, even though I hate closing. Closing at a pool is shitty. You have to clean. I hate cleaning. No. I mean it. I really hate cleaning. I would eat a bull's penis on Fear Factor rather than clean.
Especially locker rooms. People are just disgusting when they aren't at their own house. Guys seem to think it's funny to take a crap in the urinals. It's not funny at all when you're the one who has to deal with it. Girls can be just as bad. They leave their used femenine products all over the goddamned place! AND I swear I pick enough chunks of hair out of the drains each day to make a lovely wig for Robert Smith.
Sorry Bob, that was low.
You know what's the worst though? squeegee-ing. That is back breaking work when you're talking a huge locker room.
Know what though? Tant pis pour moi. J'aime beaucoup mon travail parce que les enfants sont tres amusants, les autres employes sont comme moi, et la salaire est assez grande.
Tout en Tout, J'ai la chance.
Wednesday. 6.20.07 2:55 pm
I got my work schedule for the summer yesterday. Guess what? It's going to suck! I'm working seven days a week, five of which are teaching days.
Oh well, it's a lot better than being bored. I hate being bored more than anything else.
I work at a community pool, by the way.
Vexing Ex's birthday party is on Friday. I'm teaming up with Flakey Best Friend, so if it get's bad, we'll just go do something else. Like guy bash.
As you can see, I've been working on this page a little. The colors are a little different, I started adding catagories, and I put some pictures in my gallery. You might want to check those out.
There's only one girl in the world for you, but she probably lives in Tahiti
Saturday. 6.23.07 3:35 am
I am always surprised at how totally fine everything I worry about turns out. Wait... does that make sense? Should I diagram that sentence? I don't know how to diagram sentences... can someone show me?
You can tell I'm tired because I'm rambling...
After lunch, I had a staff inservice. If you never attend a staff inservice in your life (especially at a pool) you are very lucky. Wait... I know there are tense issues there... ignore them. Ahhh! See what writing tutoring does to you? I keep interrupting myself.
Well, I expected it to really such but it didn't... it was actually *gasp* enjoyable. Sort of. Ok, it was at least bearable. And I got to meet a lot of the new staff, which was good. And I found out that a co-worker of mine is obsessed with the IRI too. Wow. So cool.
Vexing ex's party went exceedingly well, too. Flakey best friend brought her boyfriend, so we talked most of the time, while she talked with all our other friends who like her better anyway. Vexing ex and I barely spoke, and he certainly didn't drag me off into any side room like I feared he would. Wow, I think I flatter myself too much.
Oh! And I got my head scratched! Yay! I love getting my head scratched.
Yay for life.
Nice Girls Finish Last
Monday. 6.25.07 10:29 pm
Today was an interesting day. I was scheduled for 2.5 hours, and I ended up working 9. How do these things happen?
I'll tell you.
My boss asks, and I say yes.
I don't know what my freaking problem is! It's not like my bosses are mean or intimidating, they're actually quite nice and attentive. For some reason, though, I cannot tell them I won't work extra shifts/awkward timeslots/tough lessons, unless I absolutely, physically cannot. Does anyone else have this problem?
It wouldn't bother me so much except: A) It pisses off my mom and dad, B) I don't have a car [see A], C] I am the only one they seem to be able to play like this.
Net result: I work seven days a week and two sets of swimming lessons to come home to a pissed-off family, but I also make bank and I'm up for a promotion.
Maybe I should use said income to buy a car and get my own place. Ha. Right. If I get the promotion, maybe.
More Workplace Drama
Tuesday. 6.26.07 4:47 pm
Have you ever had to corral five pre-schoolers out of a pool with a fire alarm going off? Well, today, I had to do just that. I know. I rock.
Right as lessons were ending, that panic-inducing electric screech filled the entire building. We trooped, cold, wet, and grumpy, into to lobby, to wait for the fire department. Everything out ok, but we have no idea what triggered the system. Strange.
In other news, things are really weird between me and a co-worker friend (we shall call him Hasselhoff), and I can't figure out why. Hasselhoff and I worked the same all-day Saturday shift for about a year and a half. It sucked, but we had fun reading magazines to each other and debating politics, and sometimes we would swim together or hang out outside of work.
Well, he left for school in DC last August, and none of our breaks really matched up, so we only spoke a few times until I got out of school three weeks ago. Anyway, he seems super chill with all of our other work friends, but I feel like there is a super tenseness between us. Not an upset tenseness, we just both become totally silent in each other's presence. It feels soooo weird. I would almost rather turn around and skip work when I see his Volvo in the parking lot, just to avoid it.
Whatever. It'll work itself out. It's just strange. It's all a little strange.
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