Fast and Furious 8/31/2003
Everything's going by so quickly...I can't believe it's been a month since I wrote an entry.
Obviously, camp is over now and I couldn't be happier. I got around $2700 for the summer, but they couldn't pay me enough to go back. Brendan became more and more of an ass each day. On the last day he simply didn't do his job and left me to take care of 10 kids by myself. For the last day the camp has a carnival for the kids; the counselors make up booths which gives the kids tickets, and then the kids get these cheap little prizes with the tickets. Brendan didn't help me create the booth or help set it up. I had to set up during my lunchtime, because hey, why should my bosses care if I eat or not...I had to get my little brother and his friends to help me carry a table and chairs across the camp grounds to help set up for my fortune telling booth. Brendan sat and ate his lunch while flirting with the fourteen year-old counselors in training. I complained to my bosses that they had me slotted to set up my booth during my lunchtime, and now I had to sit in ninety degree heat without having eaten or drank. They were so rude to me I wanted to slap them.
My two campers, Daniel and Charles, had been horrendously behaved all summer and on their last day of camp I had had it with them. I found out from Brendan that Charles and Daniel's parents had tipped Brendan and not me. So I figured, to hell with the both of them. It's their last day and I made them as miserable as they made me all summer. I was really terrible to them...I almost feel bad about it now. Nope, the feeling passed.
I did well with tips (over $500) but there's no way I'd go back for a third year. I actually did well with my evaluation from my bosses, who had noticed Brendan wasn't doing his job, so I had to take over and basically do everything. However, I was also one of the only counselors in camp without a ROSE award T-shirt. (ROSE = Reward of Staff Excellence). The camp rewards two counselors a week with green T-shirts that are supposed to signify the directors'appreciate for the great jobs those two counselors are doing. I don't care about the T-shirt itself but I would like some fucking recognition if I'm doing such a good job. My group leader didn't do his job, yet he was not docked at all. I had to step up and take on responsibilities that I was not paid for and I'm a bit pissed about it. This is my second summer working there...My first summer I worked with the two and three year olds which should automatically result in a ROSE award...whatever. Let them deal with Brendan not doing his job next year. I'm sure as fuck not helping them for a third summer in a row.
With all the bullshit going on at camp I had to deal with my parents fighting constantly. After about a week, the screaming matches stopped. Well, actually my dad would scream, my mom would just sit there and take it. But then every once or twice a week my dad would come home inexplicably and start yelling at my mom. Two days before I left I was sitting with Jake in my room and my father once again came home in a bad mood. He started screaming at my mother, telling her he hated her and that he wasn't sure he even wanted to forgive her. Jake and I just sat there, frozen, not knowing what to do. I just wanted to sit and cry but I knew I had to be strong for Jake. I just tried to smile, closed my door and talked to him about pointless stuff, trying to distract him. This summer I felt like I had no release. I would come home from work after being over-worked, overtired, and under-appreciated and then have to help my mom cook and clean because she was too frazzled to do it alone. Then I'd spend the night taking care of Jake to make sure he was OK and somewhat kept away from the screaming bouts. It was the first time in my life I would count down the days until I left home.
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