Overheard at Camp, Week 2 sucks
First and foremost, this group sucks. At first it was dandy, then we all discovered that no one listens, the same stupid questions are asked again and again and again, no one knows how to keep time or stay on schedule, no one has a sense of humor… and there’s no token crazy girl to keep us all laughing. They have attitudes and homesickness and hypochondria and they’ve given us all headaches. They made ME cry. ME!
And today, ohhh today was the best day. After they made me cry last night, I tried to go to bed early. I was in bed by 10:30 (it was my night off) but sleep didn’t come. So today I was tired. Tired of their shit. So? OF COURSE today was the day someone decided to steal money from one of my girls, half of my group was in danger of being hit by a car, one girl arrives at our meeting time TWENTY minutes late (making the rest of our group fifteen minutes late for class), and finally? One of my girls discovers one of her shirts has been PEED ON. The smell tipped her off.
So, without further ado, here are this week’s best overheard comments. (Sorry it’s sparse, I can’t help it that these girls suck.)
After dropping their daughter off, parents wave goodbye to the counselors: “Don’t call us, we’ll call you!”
One group takes roll by counting off in Spanish: …”Cinco!” “Seis!” “Siete!” “No, I’m siete.” (It struck me as really funny at the time…)
During lunch in the dining hall: “Shannon! They have POPTARTS!!!!”
Camper 1: “Renee, why don’t you chew gum?”
Me: “It makes my teeth hurt.”
Camper 2: “You can’t just ask people personal questions like that, [redacted]!”
During dance class, when asked to demostrate part of a routine: “Sooo…. where do you want me to cut this rug?”
And, finally, Quote of the Year: “Renee? Someone PEED on my SHIRT.”
(Close runner up is the subsequent phone call I made to the director: “Soooo… what’s protocol for a camper urinating on another camper’s article of clothing?”)
There IS light at the end of the tunnel. The Beau Named Joe had his first face-to-face interview this week and was offered the job that day. We’re going apartment hunting as soon as I leave hell. I mean, camp.
Despite all of this nonsense, I still get these signs. —>