A Few More Things

I forgot some things when I typed this up in the wee hours this morning. Now that I've gotten another five hours of sleep, I'm good to go. :P

So this past Sunday, I came back to my tent after volleyball to find that it was 1/3 empty. One of my roommates, Andi, decided to leave the park and take a position as ski patrol closer to where she lives in Reno. Abby and I were quite sad, and also pretty frustrated that she didn’t take the time to say goodbye. I did get a note on my bed, but it’s just not the same. It’s Saturday now, and you’d think with all of the people in temp housing that I’d have a new roommate—but so far, no one. Fine by me.

I was wearing a UNI shirt the other day after work when I went to the CC and it turns out that Ryan’s (Conor’s roommate) dad graduated from UNI. His entire side of the family is from Osage.  ♪ It’s a small world after all…♫

On Monday at the pool, this guy argued with me for half an hour because I wouldn’t let him bring an inner tube into the pool. He kept telling me his son, who was in the infant/toddler range, would drown if I didn’t allow him to have the inner tube. I explained why we don’t allow inner tubes, but it apparently wasn’t good enough for him; he wanted me to make an exception. After ~15 minutes of him badgering me, I told him I would consult with one of my coworkers and get back to him. I went and talked to Shelby, who wholeheartedly agreed with me, and then walked back. On my way back to the guy, three moms at a table were telling me things like, “Stand your ground,” “Stay strong,” and “You’ve got this.” I started laughing—how nice of them! I went and told the dude again that we weren’t going to allow the inner tube in the pool, so he took it away from his son who immediately started screaming in his mom’s arms in the water. The dad looks at me and said, “He will cry for hours. This is your fault.” Yeah…it’s my fault I’m doing my job. Sorry, not sorry. At that point I had to go up on the guard stand because we got more people in the pool, so it provided a nice little escape. Not five minutes later, two kids come in with giant inner tubes, I tell them that we don’t allow inner tubes, they say, “Okay,” drop the inner tubes by their things, and happily get in the pool. I tell them thank you. That’s how that works.

I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before, but if you’ve never heard a Steller’s Jay before, you’ve never heard the most annoying bird ever. Those things gather in the trees and decide it’s alright to start talking to each other at like five in the morning. The sad part is that my earplugs can’t even block them out—they’re too dang loud.

Here, have a listen:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V0S3NhhV1js

And now, with that wonderful sound in mind, have a great day! :D