So, I started working 2 weeks ago. It is very strange. I have done what is called "Babysitting" and I was on a foot patrol. The foot patrol was really cool. I was outside all night and I walked back and forth every 15-30 minutes. I had my flashlight and a radio. There were nearby houses having parties. I could hear the music and the murmer of voices for most of the evening. I really didn't have any problems, nor did anyone else. It was fun, though. I sat outside and drank my soda and daydreamed and kept an Eye on things. I walked back and forth alot. I got rained on a little, but it wasn't bad. I enjoyed my own company and I got a little excercise.
The Babysitting was a bit different. I didn't have a radio since I was by myself. I didn't need a flashlight because I was in a brightly lit hotel. I had a book. I had a chair. I looked at the doors I was watching and was happy to note that one of the rooms had been designated a "no farting zone" . These were cheerleaders. Not like "Bring It On" at all though. No Eliza Dushku. Just alot of 12 year olds. A couple of the moms were cute. They used the hair dryers for the first hour and a half. In the middle of the night a girl came out of her room crying. I hear they do that. What was I supposed to do? I let her go to her mother's room. What would you do? There was alot of Parents there and they made more noise than the girls. I did a another job babysitting a highschool music department. Luckily I got the boys. Not one of them wandered out into the hallway crying. This seems to be the way it is for these. Good!
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Saturday, April 10, 2010
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