I'm getting paid to do this??
I just got home from my first day of training for my new job. Now, for those of you who didn't get it (and I'm sure that's everyone who can't see into my head...) Elizabeth's Story described losing my job with Keplers. Um, for some reason they decided (after signing an official employment offer) that they didn't in fact want to hire me this summer, and told me so two days before I was scheduled to begin working. That put a damper on the beginning of my summer, to say the least, having to find another job as quickly as possible. iiii neeeedeeed monnnneeeysss. So I went through the motions of finding another job, and was pleasantly suprised when Jefunira camp announced that they wanted to hire me. (it was a big suprise because they had to choose 14 councelors out of 500 applicants.) Now, Jefunira camp, whose name is a composite of the founders of the camp, Jef un' Ira, started out 14 years ago, and I was one of the original 8 campers to attend the first summer. Now when I go to camp, I get paid to play kick the can, blob tag, prison ball, star wars, gladiator....It's rather unbelieveable.
It's great to be back, and now time the tables are turned
...this time, I get to choose my own otter pop flavor.
will it be...Alexander the Grape, Little orphan Annie, Strawberry Short Kook, Sir Issac Lime, Poncho Punch, or Louie-Bloo Raspberry???
=D
It's great to be back, and now time the tables are turned
...this time, I get to choose my own otter pop flavor.
will it be...Alexander the Grape, Little orphan Annie, Strawberry Short Kook, Sir Issac Lime, Poncho Punch, or Louie-Bloo Raspberry???
=D