We Had Words

Monday.

Loud girl day.

I forgot about it until we were standing on the deck in our swimming suits already. She caught me off guard today and before I knew it we were numbering off, "1,2,1,2" down the rows being split up in groups. I was a two. I was in loud girls group. I hated it already.

In a nut shell, I'll get to the good stuff, but before the good stuff here are some things that went on.

1. She talked at me. Yes, I did not say TO me, I said AT me. She was talking to the group, but only making eye contact with me. I stared her down. I don't like her.
2. She touched my chest with her arm while pressing hers fully up against my body. I'm sure she didn't get nearly enough excitement out of it as she should have.
3. She was bossy and kept saying, "You FAILED. You FAILED." My poor partner. I rolled my eyes a lot.
4. She was telling us to do things that we shouldn't have been doing. This is where the story begins.

I was primary rescuer. There was a secondary and drowning victim. No dummies this time, we are using real people. It's a bit easier than a dummy in my opinion. They float more. Dummies have no body fat. I got the girl in spinal stabilization and up off the floor of the pool. I got her on the board and with much commentary from loud girl, managed to continue extricating the victim out of the pool. Loud girl had comments and suggestions for every movement that I made. She told me to put the hands outside the yellow strap, when all along the teacher had been telling us to put the hand inside the yellow strap and in fact this is red cross regulation. It was apparently not Loud Girl regulation though as she had a problem with what I was doing.

The final straw for me came when I went to put on the head stabilizers and finally get the girl out of the pool. All along in the class we had been told that we could do it from the deck or from in the pool. For me personally, the deck is a bit easier, especially in the deep water because then I'm not treading and trying to see what I'm doing. I jumped up on the deck and reached down to put on the head stabilizers when......"NOOOO!!" I received a tongue lashing from loud girl. By this point I had had it. She drives me nuts.

We had words.

As I later explained to my fiance', she thinks she's the queen of the world and she's not. Somebody has to tell her that. Since nobody else was....I took one for the team.

I thought I was fairly polite and tried to be as mature as possible. I simply explained to her that this was very frustrating in that what she was teaching us was inconsistent with what we had been previously taught. Okay so when I typed this it probably sounds a little bit nicer than I actually was in person, I admit. But regardless, the bottom line is that it is frustrating to be constantly told that you are failing when that is exactly what we have been taught. She said to me, "Well," in hushed tones, "The people who guard for this pool," (Some of the WSI students are guards for the school's pool) "don't do everything right. They have their own ways of doing things that aren't correct. If they are telling you something like this, you need to ask Dave or Garth."

What? I don't get it. I asked her, "So how am I supposed to know when they are teaching me something that is not correct according to you? I mean, do I second guess everything that comes out of everyone's mouth? It doesn't make sense."

She walked off. Does this make sense to anyone else? I mean Dave and Garth (the instructors) are standing there most of the time to watch what the students are telling us and I would assume if they had a problem they would speak up.

In the end, she went and talked to Dave about our little conversation and he came over to clarify what was going on. Neither one of us won necessarily. I'm fine with that. I just can't stand inconsistencies.

To end the day in the water with loud girl, the last rescue we did I was the secondary rescuer. This means that I grab the backboard and lifetube and tuck it in under the primary's arms to help her stay afloat with the victim while I get the backboard ready. I got the tube, it was positioned ready to go under primary's arms, I tried to shove it in there....but it wouldn't go. She was holding the victim so tightly that I couldn't fit anything in there.

Loud girl comes over and says, "Okay LITTLE girls with LITTLE arms. Let me show you how it's done."

Wow, I was pissed. I'm not sure if she understands that there is a difference between having fat arms with little amounts of lean muscle and having lean arms with more amounts of lean muscle. What I'm saying here is that she apparently thinks she is pretty ripped. Let me just be the first to say that um....that is incorrect. I'm including the two actual, real-life pictures of the two of us in this paragraph to compare and contrast. My arms on the left, her eating her cake on the right. You be the judge.

I consider myself a person that can size someone up pretty well. Having strong muscles does not mean the stereotypical picture of the 'rhoid driven junky at the gym. Strong muscles can be very lean and thin, especially if they are endurance muscles. I'm not saying I'm hulk hogan by any means, but I'm pretty sure if we were to be scrappers (wow, I haven't used that word since my freshman year in highschool) I could take her. I can guarantee she doesn't do the amount of work in exercise per week that I do. She could probably eat less hamburgers though. Just a thought.

In the end, Monday is definitely the day I am most inspired to blog. I consider this a cheap way of getting the therapy that I need for dealing with this girl. Thanks for letting me lay on your couch.