Mostly because of this whole 9-5 sort of job thing I have going on. It is a giant pain in the rear end. I get up early, work all day, come home, eat, maybe watch a little Supernatural (whose season finale pretty much blew me out of the water!!) and then go to bed (ridiculously early because I'm so tired from working all day) and start all over. And this weekend really didn't help all that much.
So in addition to my job at the clinic, I'm also back at Swimtastic. Woohoo. Anyway, I was asked to help out with a Kid's Expo out past the mall. Our booth included a dunk tank. Lots of fun, you say? Hardly. It was quite possibly the most miserable, spirit-crushing, physically uncomfortable experience of my entire life. Not only did I have to sit almost naked (I was wearing a swimsuit) on a metal seat while small children threw giant baseballs to dunk me in the water, but the water was frigid. The venue at which the expo was being held had an unfortunate lack of a hot water heater. So...picture me, for 2 and 1/2 hours in a swimsuit being continually dunked in a giant tank of freezing cold water. I was so numb I was actually crying as I got dressed in the bathroom stall after my shift was over because putting clothes on hurt so badly.
I do not get paid well enough for that.
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