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Here are all the things that have been on my mind (insignificant and signficant, in no particular order)
Cierra: Please don't tell me how to bellydance. You took half a semester at the YMCA. I would think that four years from a nationally-known professional would beat that by a long shot. So shush.
It would just be my luck that the week that the campers are too young to have periods, I would be on mine. And have a cold. And be the only one doing my job. Because life is a drag no matter how you slice it. Life sucks. And then you die. And then it still sucks.
Liz W. has been getting on my nerves. She's always asking for advice, and I would gladly give it to her if she would use it. But no. Everytime something goes wrong, and it could be a minor something that goes wrong, she throws her hands in the air, rolls her eyes, and grunts. All I ever hear her say is "I can't handle this." If I can handle it, she can handle it. She's not even trying.
Work is hard. When they said "sleepless nights," they didn't mean it in a good way.
Why is it that whenever I'm online, no one else is? Most days, I need someone to vent to.
I am tired. And if I'm not tired, I'm restless. Or hungry. You think you're stressed? You don't know stress. You can't handle my stress. At least this will look so good on a resume.
I wish that Danni wouldn't see being paired up with me as a reason to slack off. It's Me: 9; Her: 0 on the dirty diaper scoreboard. She's getting paid an extra $4 an hour to do nothing. Basically, the difference between a Counselor and and Assistant Counselor is sleeping in your own cabin, authority, and paperwork.
The CIT's are looking at this as an extra week of camp without paying for it. Candace simply doesn't work.
Happy Belated Birthday, Rebecca!
My middle toe is still numb from the first week of wearing Chucks and no other shoes. I think I should see a doctor about that. And my Raynaud's Syndrome. At least I think that's what it might be. And also to get some proof to mom that I am not obese.
The winds are changing. They bring heavy summer rains and hot weather.
I keep bleeding. Random little cuts. Like mosquito bites, but they take too long to heal over.
I have come to acquire the ability to ignore the sound of my own name after having it called repeatedly for over an hour by Alexis. Yeah, she's a cute little 13 year-old, but after having your name called too many times, you'd want to drown her out too.
When a person is dehydrated, the most appealing drink is salty water.
The airspeed velocity of an unladen European Swallow is 24 mph.
I think I would like Chantoria a little more if she would stop signing "no" to me whenever I start dancing. It's hard to survive in this work without being a little goofy, and even if she doesn't mean to be hurtful, being told to stop doing something that makes you happy is going to make you feel a little sad.
I'm starting to think that with my emotional limitations and short attention span that I may have developmental disorder, too. Like... Asberger's or something. Except, that would require me to be good at something.
It's sort of sad that Josh quit. It seemed like he was really getting into the work.
I think I'm going through some sort of caffeine deprivation. There is no soda at camp. Just like... juice. And water. And because of college, I'm used to like a Coke a day, if not two. And I just don't like the taste of coffee that much.
Ian Fritz's Dr. Evil impression will amuse me to the day that I die. "'Big bucks' Muahaha! I'm 'staff'! I'll be in 'the lodge!'"
It's raining really hard.
Work is not the place to meet boys. If you like one of them, they like another girl at work. And then you're all "don't be stealin' my boy" and she's all "...what?" because she has no clue what you're talking about and you get into a catfight. And it all ends with the three of you sitting in the staff lounge eating ice cream and watching a Disney movie on VHS.
I wonder how I'm going to get my paycheck this week, since I took the last two days off...
 Gethsemane · Fri Jul 14, 2006 @ 06:40pm · 0 Comments |
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