Parenting, the Psych Ward, and Random Rambling in Inside My Head

  • Jan. 31, 2014, 6:19 p.m.
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Parenting, the Psych Ward, and Random Rambling 8/8/2002

You know what really gets me angry? When I'm at the end of a really long diary entry, and I end up losing the entry. I pressed Ctrl-V instead of ctrl-C and it erased the whole thing. Dammit. It just pisses me off. Now, the next day, I can't remember what I wrote. OK, so I'll try and remember some of my other entry, and add whatever other news I have.

Camp yesterday and today was absolutely horrible. Yesterday we had eighteen two and three year olds who didn't listen and today we had thirteen two and three year olds who constantly ran away. Four kids left camp today. Marc and Danielle's parents gave me tips, one gave my entire group EXCEPT me a tip, and the fourth mother (who's a stuck-up doctor bitch) promised to come back with our tips tomorrow. ::Scoffs:: Yeah right...I have no idea why that one mother didn't give me a tip. I always got along with her kid Elyse pretty well (although the Elyse is an absolute space cadet) and I've never had a problem with her mother. I felt like I was going to cry. A) she gave everyone cash, which could've really helped me out B) since so few people are tipping, and even fewer are giving cash, I'm kind of hurting in tips right now. One of my tips today was $40, and the other was a $20 gift certificate to Borders Bookstore. (Nice, but cash is more helpful).

By the way, I'm in the basement right now with my dad and my two brothers. I hate writing entries with people around...it just feels invasive, especially with my dad constantly leaning over the desk to get something.

Anyway...quick ramble. My mother and I have been getting along better. She came up to me yesterday and gave me a hug and asked if I was alright. I have to make an appointment with the school psychologist. I owe it to her to try. Anything has to be better than living life the way I am now.

Back to camp. Jodie is my group leader in camp. (I have two, her and Heather). Jodie is an uneducated fool. She constantly comes in late, or not at all, doesn't call, is disorganized, and is just a geeral bitch. Jodie had $200 taken out of her paycheck because the camp directors are so fed up with her. She bitched me out today because I couldn't hear what she was saying and I made her repeat herself. I felt like telling Jodie to fuck herself, but my little girl, Kaitlin, was riding piggyback on me and I didn't want Kaitlin to learn any unnecessary, colorful terms.

I've decided that from now on, I'm attaching a little story about one of my campers and/or their parents to the end of my entries. I'm doing this for several reasons: A) I'm doing it in the hopes that I can one day look back and laugh at these people. B) It'll hopefully help me, and possibly other, to become better people and/or parents. C) It'll help me, and possibly others, to appreciate what they have.

Since I'm on the topic of camp, just to make it clear, I hate the parents. The stupidest, most selfish people seem to be there. First of all, its $2500-$3000 to attend there for the summer. I HIGHLY doubt that people are sending their kids there so that they can work two job to make ends meet. The majority of the parents there are either professionals who put their jobs ahead of the needs of their children, or lazy, rich parents who don't want to deal with their children. Seriously, what idiot sends their two or three year old baby to camp for six hours a day??? What really pisses me off is that some of them send their kids in on buses. BUSES! Do you know how frightening it must be for a baby to not only be away from their mother, but to be in an unfamiliar automobile with strange people? It must be traumatizing. Stupid ^&%$ parents. Then, they have the audacity to treat counselors like me like idiots. I should start passing out business cards to the psych ward or something. My camp is a great place for future clients...


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