2007-04-14 The Swimming Pool Bitch

There are some people you know you will dislike even if you've only just met them. Although most of them stay idiots for the rest of their lives, a few turn out to be really nice people. I'm afraid the swimming pool bitch isn't one of them. But let's begin at the beginning, shall we?
On Wednesday, when I went to diving training, the woman at the entrance wouldn't let me in without my membership card. The thing is, I don't have a membership card, because my application has not been processed yet. It's only a club and nobody gets paid for paperwork, there. So I paid 2 Euro entrance fee. Back at home I looked it up and it turned out that I didn't have to pay, no matter whether I am a member or not, as long I go to training for my basic diving licence.
So today, I started an argue and made her call the manager of the diving club. Then they started an argue. After five minutes I was allowed to get in. With the rest of the staff, there has never been a problem whatsoever, but this woman... let's just say she needs a hobby. Badly.

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Tomorrow, Chrissis grandpa celebrates his birthday. Since she lives 150 kilometers away, she stays at my place today and goes to his grandpa tomorrow. We had a great improvisational dinner, which I am going to cook for my parents next time I visit them. Next time, I'll leave out the chili.
She said she'd come here at eight o'clock, but dropped by shortly after seven. I had just come back from running and was on my way to the shower. One minute later and I wouldn't have heard my doorbell for the next quarter of an hour.
Anyways, here's where I was, in case you're interested. The route (marked in yellow) is 2.9 km long, which makes 5.8 km to get there and back again. I made it in half an hour, which would result in two hours for a half marathon and four hours for a marathon.

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Finally, Mario sent me the photos from climbing. Here is one of them: