Sunset for lifeguard

This evening I went to swim out my day's frustration and tried very hard not to think about numbers. Or boxes.

Yesterday I lost two hours of my precious life being trained about what to put in boxes. By this morning my temperature was up again and I shared my bliprant with colleagues. No-one, not even the young one, expressed disapproval. But I still had to spend too much of the day writing instructions about what to do with boxes.

On Monday lots of people, including me, will waste spend three hours of their precious lives at a meeting talking about bigger boxes. I'm thinking I might just read out a piece of text I 'found on the internet' (ahem) and ask people what they think about it... ;)

After my swim, in the four pool showers, I came across a lively group of five children around 6 to 9 years old. They had somehow slipped out of the safeguarder's box and were looking after each other, arguing about who should be doubling-up in a shower, negotiating over shampoo-sharing, bickering about who had had longest in the best shower and who needed to be getting dressed. I was fascinated listening to their almost non-stop tussle for control and especially how, when an adult came along, one told the others to bunch up so the adult could shower and they all did so, instantly. They are clearly socialised into power hierarchies. Perhaps they're old enough for me to warn them about the boxes.