As I sit here listening to DJ Shadow, fresh from a 2 hour slumber behind the rock wall, I realize that 4 full fledged gumbies just walked up. Good Lord. I am typing this as they gawk and stare in awe of this massive 40 ft man-made cirque of slabs....So, I have a slight pet peeve. The rock wall hasn't had a register or any kind of monetary exchanging device for as long as I have worked here. So why the shit do the front deskies always tell the people who are taking a belay class to pay back here?!?! It blows my mind the stupidity of some of these people, do we have a register? No.
Oh. My. God. I am literally about to start throwing wrenches. This gong show that has now grown to a 6 person family is having an epic putting on harnesses. I have stopped telling people how to put on harnesses...simply for the enjoyment of seeing the kinds of methods they develop. This one dude just tried to put it on like a t-shirt...over his head, followed by leg loops on top of waist belt. I have to stop working here. I have turned up the music now...it's now PT2 of this album, the remixes...way cool. I have a serious feeling that I am going to have to thwart a disaster with this family....my psych level has dropped to sub-zero levels. I woke up rather happy...had a good night, things progressed that kind of got me psyched...and then I came here. Have done nothing but want to die all day. So I just gave a belay class to this woman...and then I have to help her get the freaking grigri off of the daisy chain because the "carabiner is broken."
ok...I've ranted enough...I could literally sit here and give real time bitching updates on what this family is doing to my patience...but I'm going to choose to go outside and smoke.
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