Last Day in Inside My Head

  • Jan. 31, 2014, 4:38 p.m.
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Last Day 8/21/2001

My last day of work went so-so. After yesterday's hell of taking care of twelve kids without any help, Diane offered to give me a CIT. (Counselor in Training). Teal was there today, which also helped. Caleigh, my devil child, was actually relatively well-behaved. Her mother stiffed me with a tip, but we won't get into that. So did fourteen out of eighteen parents. Not that I'm bitter...:o)

The mothers who did tip me were nice about it. Andrew's mother gave me a beautifully wrapped present--two bottle of citrus bath moisterizer and a bath gel. Plus I got a beautiful card. Nick E's mom gave me thirty bucks last Friday and a pretty butterfly card. Abby's mom gave me a twenty dollar bill and wished me good luck. JOhn's mother, who hasn't spoken to me all summer and was one of the last poeple I expected a tip from wished me good luck and called me a good counselor. She also gave me a twenty dollar check. Earlier in the summer Asleigh's mom gave me a ten dollar check, but I ended up losing it. Sucks for me...

One of my kids, Nick C., was the kid that ruined my last day. He refused to listen when I called, he bullied the other kids, and he goaded another kid, Matt, to also ignore me and walk away when I called them over. Nick kept yelling "meanie pants" whenever I walked past in the cafeteria. I mean, I really didn't care, but it was pretty embarrassing. He kept telling me how mean I was and how he wished that I was in another group. When I tried to get him off of a bench so I could drag him to the director's office he refused to budge and embarrassed me furhter in front of my CIT.

For the rest of the day I ignored him. Or at least I tried to. He said good-bye to me at the end of the day, but I walked past. What is my boss going to do, fire me? It was my last day and I don't plan on going back. Nick's mother also stiffed me with a tip.

I'll miss some of my kids...Abigail was my buddy. We constantly played cards, or just sat and talked about our siblings. If I was ever able to have a little sister, I would want to have someone like Abby. She was one of the only kids I told that I would miss. She asked me if I could pack her up in a box and take her with me. I almost wish I could... :o)

Michelle was a sweetie, although I hated her parents. They basically ignored me and also stiffed me with a tip. They're friends of one of my bosses, Kevin, so they're not even paying for camp. If they are, they're definitely not paying full tab. Anyway, Michelle was this chubby blonde little motormouth who was just extremely entertaining.

Caleigh is my devil child, end of story. If I ever have a kid like her, I may have to start taking some serious drugs. She should become the Planned Parenting poster child.

Jackie is my baby. She's this little thing with big round glasses and the cutest laugh. Her mother was rather rude to me, and basically ran out instead of giving me a tip, but I really like Jackie anyway. She called me by my pet name and loved to tickle my toes.

Andrew was just odd. He had an obsession with poop, but he was a cutie anyway. In the beginning I didn't like him, but after awhile, his weird behavior was just really cute.

Nick, the one who tipped me, was an awesome kid. He was into every sport imaginable and was like a big brother to most of the little girls.

John is going to grow up to be one of those really weird mean people. He's incredibly cruel and was telling the other children about Hell today. He reminds me of Chucky. His mother gave me a good tip and an awesome compliment, so I no longer care.

Chris and Rose were the perfect kids. They were just beautiful, impeccably well-behaved children. Chris only comes once a week, so I didnt get to say good-bye...

I think I played cards with everyone and played Spud almost a half a dozen times. As entertaining as Go Fish and Spud may be, I'm glad I will now be graduating to playing Asshole and drunken sledding.

Until my next ramble

Artist


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