I have had a pretty action packed past couple of days.
And when I say action packed, I mean living at the pool… melting.
I am dumb, and cannot figure out how to “back track” on The Weather Channel app to find how hot it was earlier today and past days. All I can say it has been as hot as three hells outside this week. Consistently hitting 101 degrees-103 degrees with the heat index.
You know the kind of hot where all you can do is sit inside your house, sweating in front of a fan, starfished, half naked, praying to God above that the sun will go down, or that a breeze will blow {{because you dang well can feel that breeze inside your house}}?
That hot.
Lucky for me, I work outside. Also, lucky for me, I work at a country club where they have money to burn, and heat their pool water {{are you freaking kidding me?!}}, so when anybody jumps in you are practically taking a bath. All the adults have started cooling of in the pee baby pool, just because it has colder water than the big pool. Again, that hot.
And we get to do it all over again next week!
{{83 isn’t bad, but notice it was taken at 9:15pm}}
And we can just go ahead and tack on 10 degrees for heat index. Heat index factoring in the humidity and telling you how hot it feels like outside. Clean to sticky in .05 seconds after you walk out your front door? I think so.
So after having my vent session about the heat… I will tell you about my weekend! 
Yay! for happiness!
Earlier this month I told a friend of mine that I would go with her to a local bands concert in DT Winston-Salem, but I forgot to check my work schedule, because I mean how early do I have to get up to guard a pool right? 10am tops? Wrong-O. Try 5:30 am.
This weekend my pool hosted their leagues Championship Meet. This meet was broken up into two parts, Friday night and Saturday morning. On Friday night the meet lasted longer than expected, and the guards could not figure out how to turn on the pool lights… It was getting dark out, and so something needed to be figured out. {{we close at 8 when the sun is still all nice and shining… never needed to know before}} So, one of the brilliant guards was like, “hey y’all! Pull your cars up around the pool and shine your head lights so we can still swim!” A lifeguards dream come true is to be blinded by headlights and unable to see swimmers, let me tell you. It has been referred to as the “white trash pool meet,” on multiple occasions, by multiple members of this country club, but I don’t know how White Trash it is to be swimming under the lights of all your mommy and daddy’s Lexus’, Mercedes’, Bimmers and Land Rovers. Forgive me.
Don’t get me wrong, I love all of the parents and kids at my pool, they take very good care of me. {{One of my pool moms even brought me coffee this morning}} But there is nothing white trash about these people, or this place. Gold Plated White Trash possibly, but not straight up, spit chewin’, Bud Light drinking {{at 9am}} blaring country music out stereos you took out of your old Pinto and tied to your umbrella outside your trailer, White Trash.
So, 5:30am came ungodly fast after my whopping 3.5 hours of sleep, but you know what the only thing that kept me going was knowing that I was about to reward myself before the day even started with a group of other guards at the best place ever. AKA: Bojangles.
If you are from an area without a Bojangles, I will happily weep for you. And then go eat a biscuit or four in your honor.
A group of guards, and a swim coach, met at 6:15 this morning for some fun bonding time before we had to be at the pool for the meet. It was a lot of fun and you definitely get to know people when they have gotten the most minimal amount of sleep possible, with crusties still in their eyes, chowing down on some good biscuits. You know its acceptable to drink sweet tea {{or in my case Dr. Pepper}} at 6:15am when you know you are about to guard for 7 hours in 101 degree weather.
{{Forgive me, I didn’t take a picture of the beauty.}}
We all reported to the pool at 7am where we immediately started sweating and got ready for the meet! I was triple fisting at one point… two coffees and a Dr. Pepper… oh, yes I did. There were kids e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e. I got a few “you aren’t my mom”‘s, a few “we can do this at my pool”‘s and the classic look at you, shake your head, “yes lifeguard,” smirk and then turn and run in a dead sprint away from you while you just stand there and yell “really kid” in their general direction. Just another glorious day on the job.
It was fun getting to see the kids you have guarded and watched swim all summer at their final meet, working their hardest for their team. I also got to see a lot of my friends since they are coaches at pools around the area. Overall, it was a good day, nobody bled, nobody passed out and nobody drowned.
success.
Katelyn
