So, yesterday, I spent six hours reffing volleyball for a tournament. I decided I'd do it again today, because, hey! it's worth the money, or not. Today I was on my feet blowing a whistle and dealing with angry parents and coaches for a grand total of twelve--yes 12, for those of you who have a hard time reading--twelve hours standing on my feet. This does NOT include the six hours yesterday. My ears are ringing from blowing my darn whistle so many stinkin' times, and my feet hurt so bad I can hardly walk! But, oddly enough, I had a lot of fun. I was the main ref. What I say, goes. And it was pretty cool to be a teenager and having complete control of grown adults! Not that I manipulated this power in any way, but it was really fun to be able to feel like I was in control over so much. And standing on that reffing stand with my whistle and official white polo shirt, I felt like I was on the top of the world...with hurting feet, of course. :) So anyway, I got paid to blow a whistle, and watch my favorite sport in the world, AND have authority over adults...today was a pretty good day...now I'm off to soak my feet in a tub full of ice.
xoxo CPTVPT
