I quit my job today

I’m not a quitter, but I quit.


The expectations of being a lifeguard at the local pool during the summer:

laid back days, tan skin, sun-kissed hair, and a nice body. Even though you don’t work out..I mean, you’re a life guard..all life guards have nice bodies.

The reality of being a lifeguard:

Sun burns, hair that reeks of chlorine even after numerous shampoos, and dirty bathrooms.


As anyone who has been to a public pool knows, the pool’s bathroom is just about the most disgusting place on the surface of the earth. The floors are covered in water…i think…and toilet paper and paper towels are all over the floor, wet, of course, and everyone is barefoot and the smell…don’t even get me started on the smell.

Now imagine having to clean that..no worse, imagine having to clean it when no one ever does. Days and days of accumulated filth..


You can imagine my reaction to a place like this after having spent last summer working at the indoor pool of a military school, where the bathrooms were cleaned by real janitors and they were cleaned hourly…yes, every hour, not week. Anyway, not only was my new work place not clean, but none of the employees seemed disturbed by the fact that it was nauseously dirty.

I thought I would look past this since I don’t have to be in the bathrooms at all, really, and that was the worst part of the pool. The rest of it appeared pretty clean. The trash on the deck of the pool was swept out into the middle of the parking lot everyday when the pool closed. Don’t worry though! No big deal, they told me it’s “just garbage.”

It was one of those jobs- I would go home, complain all night, wake up and do it all over again. I suppose every job is like that. I feel like I had it worse, especially since I was the new kid. Whatever, weeks went by.

Guess who had to unclog the toilet in the men’s restroom with the plunger that hasn’t been cleaned since last century?

the new kid.

Guess who had to stay after hours and sweep all the trash from the dock of the pool to the middle of the street because it’s “just garbage” and  that’s what the manager said to do

the new kid.

I was only employee there when the pool closed. The manager wouldn’t even look at me when I spoke to her. The facilities were disgusting. Anyway, point is I quit. And I’m no quitter, but I quit.

I haven’t regretted it yet!

I’m gonna be a tutor for the rest of the summer, I bet I won’t have to unclog any toilets doing that.



I have no idea what I’m doing, but on a separate note, it’s August?

It is one in the morning, and as I am laying here writing this, I find it reassuring that no one will see it…I hope. Maybe that defeats the whole purpose of a blog.. but at least for a while, and then when I’m ready, I will share it on social media for all my family and the friends I’ve made over the past few years to see.

I’m still trying to figure out how to do this.. so I will write, and if I enjoy it, I will keep writing, and then I will call it “blogging.”

Well, I  closed my eyes and opened my eyes, and yet, another summer has almost come to an end. Except unlike previous summers, this one was filled with all sorts of life changing events like going across the ocean and falling in love with a European, riding on the back of a dolphin in Mexico and zip-lining from tree top to tree top across the scenic state of Colorado.

No really…it all happened.

But probably the most significant life-changing event that occurred in the last three month was I graduated high school-yes, four years of drama, stress, and trying to find myself in the confined underground walls of the former bomb shelter they call a school are finally over. Next step, I pack my things, put them in the back of my new red and shiny Mini Cooper, and take them with me about 200 miles northwest from here to where I will spend what many people refer to as “the best time in life”


“Excited” is an understatement.