On my way home from work everyday I drive by the Edina Pool and think about all the shenanigans those lucky teenage lifeguards are getting into, and how working there was really one of the best jobs I will ever have. Amongst the things I will miss most are the following:
a. Throwing clothing detergent in the kiddy pool.
b. The yearend party that puts the $ in $hit $how.
I remember it like this...
(Though it may have been more like this...)
c. Days when the heat index required the lifeguards to take a “safety break”… (In actuality, this was time to swim in the pool in front of the irked children waiting to be allowed back into the water and mentally thumb our noses at them).
d. Naked sliding. No questions, please.
e. And finally…though I spent much of my time bitching about working “doubles”, badmouthing terrible parents, and loathing having to enter the pool to fish out fecal matter, it was still far better than working 60 hour weeks in heels and a suit (not a swimsuit), being polite to people who think they know what a medium steak looks like, and dealing with drunk airline staff throwing up in the bathroom.
Ramp Meters
In 2000, the State of Minnesota enacted the Minneapolis-Saint Paul ramp meter experiment, which turned off 433 meters throughout the metro area. This happened to be a few months after I had gotten my license, but not before I was not only regularly annoyed by ramp meters but also breaking laws in relation to them on a daily basis.
Now, for the first time in my life since high school, I drive during rush hour traffic at both times of the day and dearly miss Senator Dick Day for his traffic insight… and awesome name.
You can tell by his smile that he loves his name too.
I Have to Get Up at What Time?
My alarm clock is now set to have me rising early in the AM, just like at good ‘ole Visitation. This does not make me miss high school, but does make me miss having the metabolism to process Twix, a bag of Dorritos and a can of Coke from the first floor vending machine for breakfast.
On the plus side, this wake up time does coincide nicely with the time my increasingly aging body tells me to get up so I can pee, and then check my email. Luckily, my “Closer to 30 than 20” body doesn’t realize that this is a permanent change yet, and thus hasn’t retaliated with inevitable dark circles under my eyes or a lack of interest in outfit choices for the day…
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