Raise you're hand if you're a tool...

So... I've decided to bring back the word tool: (n) A person, typically male, who says or does things that cause you to give them a 'what-are-you-even-doing-here' look. The 'what-are-you-even-doing-here' look is classified by a glare in the tool's direction and is usually accompanied by muttering of how big of a tool they are. The tool is usually someone who is unwelcome but no one has the balls to tell them to get lost. The tool is always making comments that are out-of-place, out-of-line or just plain stupid. The tool is always trying too hard to fit in, and because of this, never will.

Thank you urban dictionary, for your definition.

Anyways, I work with a giant tool at the beach now. He makes me crazy and he attacked (verbally...) me when he found out I don't go to church. This kid just turned 18 and he's the epitome of a tool. He wears tennis shoes to the beach. Come on.

Work is going pretty well besides that kid, who I dread working with because he's so effing annoying. I finally made a schedule that Mike approved of, so we can move on with our lives. He made me do one for the entire month of June. Gahhhhhhh. That was kinda hard. But whatever, I did an okay job :).

Today I have my water test at the pool, so I can officially save lives. It should be easy enough, we have to go over some water saves to refresh our memories, then I'm pretty sure we have to swim a 500, which won't be too bad, the only part that sucks is the whole breathing under water thing. I did realize I've been making a huge mistake when swimming, & I've been doing it forever. When you breathe, you're supposed to breathe out when you're under water... I always held my breath, then tried to breathe out then breathe in while I had my head turned out of the water. That doesn't work. I had to train myself the other day not to do that.

I'll take a picture of the new waterfront in the next week or so, it looks really good.