I Actively Go Out Of My Way To Save A Bee In My Pool. Like, It Happened At Least Once A Day, Cause Theyre

I actively go out of my way to save a bee in my pool. Like, it happened at least once a day, cause they’re everywhere, and they’re cute, and I feel so happy when they recover and fly away to go make that bread. I just look at them like-

Yes, you go pollinate them flowers.

how do u actually save bees?

If you bring us food, you can get away with just about anything at the pool, but you ain’t hear it from me.

Trick jump? I mean, it looked like a fancy cannon ball to me.

Unscheduled birthday party? Nah, y’all just came in and happened to bring birthday food.

Murder? I ain’t see it.

I was to focused on the pizza y’all brought me on that pool break.

A surprise, to be sure.

The positive part about being the lifeguard is learning all the kids names. That way they don’t feel so attacked when you call them out.

‘Ayyo John, I been telling you to stop running my man.’

‘Hey Aiden, could you stop doing that for a minute.’

‘Molly, sweetie I’m gonna need you to stop splashing me for a minute.’

I don’t want the kids to be afraid of me. If there’s a problem, or they aren’t feeling right, I want them to be comfortable enough to tell me. And if I’m just the ‘mean lifeguard’ they’re not gonna come to me when they have a problem.

Despite what I put up on this blog, I do enjoy my job, and nearly everyone that comes in. I’m not this mean irl, but these are my inner thoughts (sometimes outer words) on being in my work environment.

Yo I can’t stop watching this, what the actual fuck is this 🤣

A real, actual, I-am-not-fucking-lying-to-you-this-truly-happened moment from the Christmas special Rapsittie Street Kids: Believe in Santa

Rest In Peace, to the hero who created my heroes.