Endless Summer Part I
Most patient, and gracious lecteurs; I truly and deeply apologize for making you wait for such an extensive period for your ritual installment of my life.
I feel the need to reminisce about this summer. Arguably the strangest-slash-longest summer of my life.
(I also feel the need to up the font to make it look like i've composed more than i'm about to)
The summer(which began at the cusp of May), was all laid out before me. I had a job ready to go, and I began immediately (quite literally... like April 27th; I got home April 26th). Being a Window Technician isnt exactly a glamourous y-ob, but I began, and so "it" began... "it" being the toxic hate that i felt towards window washing, and my over-zealous young manager. Luckily, I wasnt alone. My comrades also felt the heat, in the heat(and good gawd was it hot outside this year), for our under-payed, excessively-dangerous way to earn a livelihood.
I mean, when you are standing on a ledge(that's a story high), not even on the ladder anymore, holding onto crumbling brick for dear life, while squeegee-ing, without so much as a safety harness to give you the illusion of comfort... something is insanely wrong.
Needless to say, I did my best not to crack... and I also did my very best every morning to get up, not just stay in bed; not to ride the 95 past my stop at Baseline and continue right to downtown O-town(ooooh Lordie was it tempting). I went to work. I am reliable. And I was sick of it 2 weeks in.
*cue dramatic music*
And the job search began. I applied everywhere, everywhere and anywhere that would accept my resumé. I went for a few job interviews, prayed, yes I actually prayed, for calls or emails... I would have worked for Noah! "Yes, I can pair animals and load them onto a barge!"
I was so upset, and disappointed in my poor job choice... window tech? what the Hell was I thinking?! Clearly, I wasnt.
Little did I know, I did have an out. Something I hadnt seriously thought of...
...yet
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I happened to be online checking some emails one day, and struck up an impromptu conversation with an old camp friend, Aeodie. She had been hired as Head Chef at camp. I love camp. It sucks... but it's one of those places one cannot get enough of. It's the people. They bring out the best of you... the real you.
They needed a female staff. One who was 18+. Reeeeeeaaaaally.... well! I happen to know someone like that... ME!!!!!!
A few days later, while cleaning a sweet old lady's windows, I called up M Johnson. Left a message. And went about my business. It was kinda awkward, but so incredibly worth 50.76 seconds."Hello Marilyn! This is Nicole Godwin calling, I was a lifeguard for you back in 2004. I heard you were possibly looking for staff, and I am really interested! My number is 613-555-0601. I hope to hear from you soon" (Like I'm giving ya'll my summer number... chyeah).
I had just barely finished the guest room windows (there were like two), and my cell rings (Eleanor Rigby is playing in my squeegee pouch... best ringtone of life). I pick up. It's Marilyn.
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And so, I lasted as a Window Tech for a little over two months. Washed many windows, emptied a few eaves troughs... *exhales slowly* it was over........................ *sigh of relief*
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Here begins my return to summer camp. Not as a lifeguard or resource staff... but for the first time, as a full-blown camp councilor.
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To be continuéd.
And now my loyal lecteurs, Your Humble Narrator must go to bed.
She has a World's Living Religions class in the morn, and it is already 3:40am.
Bon soir
ciao xoxo, YHN