Attendant at a waterpark

Mackenzie let out a long yawn as she approached the reception desk. She worked at the local waterpark, and not exactly by choice. What was supposed to be a summer gig had turned into a soul-crushing necessity thanks to rent and tuition.

“Heya Julie, what’s up?”

Julie, the receptionist, quickly looked up from her desk wearing a broad smile. “Hi Mac! I’m great! How are you?”. Julie was two years her senior and a total knockout. She was the type of woman that turned heads without even trying, long blonde hair and a body to die for, and that damned smile which gave the impression that dealing with whiny children, middle-aged women and perverted old men was a dream job. Mackenzie hated her - partly out of jealousy, but also her general attitude, how on earth could someone be this inspired working at this soul-crushing place.

“I’m good thanks, what is my assignment for today?”

Julie adjusted her glasses and glanced at her monitor

“Looks like Paul put you up for….”