Chrissy

my anti-social outlet
2003-08-05 23:39:02 (UTC)

Summer = Suck

Ever since I turned 14, summers majorly sucked.

My fourteenth summer was highlighted by my friend's parents
banning me from hanging out with her; a vacation with the
grandparents that ended in a near raping; and a pretty
lousy swim team record.

My fifteenth summer started with a highly emotional breakup
from a dearly beloved boyfriend; the pain and suffering
lasted well through the summer months. Sprinkle on top of
that a gazillion hours of lifeguarding; reputation-ruining
behavior; and atleast $100 spent on pen pals.

My sixteenth summer wasnt so bad: my pool manager sucked, I
was fired from the rock band I was in, and I still didnt
have a car. BUT, I did go to Costa Rica; got a major
attitude adjustment (I wasnt so punk rock and gloomy
anymore); and started listening to some great classic rock.

My seventeenth summer wasnt too bad either. The only thing
was I worked too much and it was hot as fuck when I did.
My pool manager was a hottie, but I think he was dealing
with a major breakup with his gf. So I stayed on a purely
professional level with him.

My eighteenth summer was a summer of SUCK. I had just
graduated and turned 18 and felt absolutely disappointed
and let during that point of time. It was just one long
boring "My So Called Life" episode. In addition, I felt
sad that my long time crush started seriously dating this
girl and my heart was absolutely smashed. It was the same
pain i felt in my fifteenth summer, all over again. And
all of this while I worked 10 hours a day.

My nineteenth summer. The summer that is supposed to end
in, like, 6 weeks. THANK GOD!! I've worked between 30 and
60 hours a week. In the sun. With no air conditioning.
Yelling at kids. Vacuuming up pools. Dealing with
irritating children and their obnoxious parents. Surviving
an attack from the exploding piece of pump/filtration
equipment. Sweating five gallons a day. Smelling like one
of those landscape workers you unfortunately walk past when
youre shopping in Walmart. You know what I'm talking
about.....they smell like BO and you can smell them 50
yards away. It's gross!! And that's what I smelled like
cuz i was in the fucking hot sun all fucking long day!!
And I caught a cold twice this summer. Do you know how
fucking annoying it is to work in the fucking hot 90 degree
sun with 90% humidity when you have a fucking 102 degree
fever?!!!!! With a congested nose and a sore throat and a
hacking cough?!!!! And you cant take a day off because all
of your sub guards are on vacation?!!!!! That is self
sacrifice!!!!! And I sacrificed myself to my pool so that
my damn members can be happy!! They better be happy!!!
Damn picky greedy messy little fuckers!!! Arg!!!

So in review:
Summer = Pain & Hardship = Suffering = Suck

But, this is also true:
Summer = $$$ = Yummy dinner & ice cream with friends = Sweet

This is true too:
Summer = Climbing up company ladder = Success

So I guess every pop up thunderstorm cloud has a silver
lining....


....but then again, every silver lining's got a touch of
grey




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