I'm going to ATTEMPT daily blogging again... (:

So, I don't know how many times I've tried this whole, "I'm going to write a blog every day about anything just so I can write!"...and failed. I fail every time. Even when I was just trying to post a blog about what happened in my day, I'd forget. But now!... there's more! I have a DailyBooth. I remember that every single day, so I'm hoping along with that, I'll rememeber to blog. So...here goes!

So, for the first blog of my daily blogging, I'm just going to talk about my day to keep things simple. So, today... I had to work. Yay...not. I seriously hate my job. I hate the majority of the people I work with. I had the pay. I hate the conditions. I'm a lifeguard at a water park. It's 100 degrees and it's the second to last weekend of them being open. It's crowded to the point where it's disgusting and unbearable. Today was this kind of day.

I worked section two, which is an area of the park where a lot of attractions are made specially for little kids only. Now...I have no problem with little kids EXCEPT when they're at Raging Waters. There's this one spot I had to work twice today. It's called KK2, which stands for Kids Kingdom (the play structure for kids). What you do at this spot is walk back and forth parallel to the structure, scanning up and down all along the entire thing. Now, when this area is crowded, the lifeguard's walkway is jammed up with bunches of parents watching their kids. Then, you've got the kids running around, screaming, crying, yelling, etc. So it's quite overwhelming. After a while, I actually started feeling anxious from being so overwhelmed with how many people were in this tiny area. Then there was one point where I noticed a married couple fighting. The woman had her no-older-than-two-year-old son in her arms while her and her husband argued loudly in public. The child squirmed, cried and tried getting out of her arms. They fought for a good twenty minutes. I couldn't believe it. I wanted to say, "Can you take your dysfunctional marriage outside of the park please?" It reminded me of my parents -- fighting from the day I was born.

So after a hectic day at work, my mom gets me. Of course, we end up fighting because I messed up the directions to the bank and we went the wrong way. Clearly, in this situation, my mother had every right to yell, scream and swear at me. Yeah...no. There is no reason for it. Why does she do it? I don't know. It's ridiculous. But whatever. You think I'd be used to it by now.

In fact, she's making dinner and complaining about me right now. Why? Because I got make-up on the bathroom towel. Yep. Life's good.