Daily Photo: 6/30/06
Allan is a fellow photographer and lifeguard. My camera is better than his.
Work: Day 34
“Do you realize that you don’t have soap in the soap dispenser?”
“Yes. I realize that.”
“Do you ever have soap in the soap dispenser? Because everytime I’ve been here, there hasn’t been any soap.”
“No, we don’t have soap very often.”
“That is extremely unsanitary!”
“You don’t even want to know what else is unsanitary around this pool. Soap is an extremely minor unsanitary issue.”
“Well because it is so minor, maybe you should do something about it.”
“I’m not allowed to. We get our soap supplied from Waxie Toiletry Supply Company, as does every other park facility in the city. The City has a contract with Waxie. We would be violating our contract if we got soap from someone other than Waxie.”
“Well,”
“Welcome to bureaucracy. We are not a democracy, we are not a republic. We are a bureaucracy. I hear Finland has a pretty good socialism set-up, and Iraq is pushing for anarchy. I would move there if I were you.”
“Well,”
“If you would like to clean your hands off, I would recommend dipping them in the pool. Chlorine kills most germs, most of the time. If you’re lucky, there will be chlorine in the pool today. Have a nice evening.”
The Beatles - A Day In The Life (live)
Daily Photo: 6/27/06
To see more pictures in this set, click here.
To see all of Puppy’s pictures, click here.
Daily Photo: 6/26/06
This is a letter to Jeremy. Jeremy is a lifeguard that I worked with last summer. This summer he joined the Marines and is in bootcamp in San Diego right now. It’s horrible, really. I don’t know why he didn’t become a firefighter like he said he wanted to.
Here is a larger version of the picture.
This is the other picture in the set.
Introducing Puppy
![Puppy III [color]](http://static.flickr.com/69/172199514_182e30f11d.jpg)
black and white version
This is the newest edition to our family. She is a six-week old Golden Retriever puppy. We have yet to decide on a name, so for now her name is Puppy.
To see Puppy’s photoset, click here.
Beastie Boys - Girls
Nothing Like the Smell of Budduh
The pool is as crazy and as dramatic as ever. I can’t keep up with updating you because every day there is something new. For instance:
This morning (freakin early in the morning, I might add) I went in the guardshack. It smelled like someone puked and didn’t clean it up. Daniel was outside coaching the little kids and he asked me, “What happened in there?” So I went and checked all the paperwork and no incident report had been filled out about someone puking, so I didn’t know why it smelled so bad. I thought maybe some of the guards might have had a party there late last night (there was trash all over the parking lot…) and maybe someone drank a little too much. But when other people started showing up, they couldn’t figure out why it smelled either. It smelled worse in the concession stand, so we went in there. It smelled like a mammal had puked and then died in there. We tore that place apart, and we couldn’t find anything. Then we started thinking.
There is this cashier. His name is Josh, but we call him Budduh (not like butter pronounced gangsta style, but like buh-DUH). This nickname comes from the noise you make after the action that you do after drinking too many Budweisers. [Bud][ugh!]. Get it? Maybe? Actually that’s only one of the reasons we have the nickname. The other reason is sort of a guy/inside joke. Anyways, he stinks like what comes after having too many budweisers. Get it now? Maybe? So his brother Joel (a lifeguard) came in and said, “It smells like my brother in here!” And there is a vent that connects the concession stand with the guard shack. Once we started explaining to people what the smell was, everything made a lot more sense.
“What is that smell? It smells like a mammal puked and then died!”
“That smell is Budduh.”
“OOooh. Got it. Ugh! How can one person smell that bad??”
“I don’t know. It’s Budduh.”
“Right. Ugh. I’m going to get some fresh air now.”
I can’t figure out how a person can smell that bad though. It’s a well known fact that he doesn’t take showers, but you would think he would start smelling like teenage boy armpits, not like a mammal puked and then died. And he didn’t even work today. Gross. Budduh.
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Aeroplane
