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Chapter 6. I do my fucking job.
So the tard follows me into the water, and he doesn't have any armbands on so whereas I can swim, he just sinks like a fucking rock. Still underwater I watch him sink.
He doesn't even try to fight sinking. He doesn't even fight to save his life. Clearly some Darwinism instinct took over the tards mind at this point as he just lays down on the bottom of the pool.
Clearly he is ready to go. But my job means that I have to save him and if other lifeguard stories are anything to go by, dead people make a lot of paperwork.
I come up to the surface, get air, go back down and I bring the tard to the surface.
I drag him kicking and rrrreeeing to the other side of the pool, away from the shitdrain.
After pulling him out and handing him over to the tard wranglers I see the cleaner walking towards me.
"Hey man I'm sorry but you gott-"
He just pushes past me, walks out the fire exit to his car and just drives off.
I later find out he went to the off license and brought a bottle of vodka.
The tard handlers, meanwhile are starting to fuck off without cleaning the mess they've created or answer parents questions. Some of the tards have thrown peoples bags into the water, assaulted kids and adults. They've herded all the fucking tards into the changing rooms.
This, this is when the shitdrain is created.
Even as I stood under the shower at the deep end of the pool to ensure that no one got into the shit pool I could smell something foul coming from the changing rooms.
The manager calls me over.
Background for next part, facility had three levels of management. Immediate management was my boss, the swim lessons boss, gym boss along with duty managers. Great people overall.
At the top of course we have the facility manager.
The middle management was literally just some fucking bitch who everyone hated. She did nothing but tell us how to do our job and yet she never worked it.
