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Friday I will be uprooting my butt from the clutches of Los Angeles and heading up to the lower bay area. Beta camp week is upon us. Palo Alto, San Jose, Stanford, Mountain View, Santa, Clara, yes please! I love love lahv this area of California because it will forever remind of beautiful and rich things I don't have.
It's hard to believe I've been with this company for four years. I remember when I started off as a scared instructor teaching video game creation to ten year-olds. I came back the following year as a lead instructor teaching 3D game design. Last year I took on management as an assistant director, working with 80 kids and 10 instructors per week.
Now I'll be directing my own camp.
Holy. Who thought this was a good idea? Why did I think this was a good idea? I just threw myself face to face with the most evil, dark-natured being in the universe -- parents. They are hell-awful, blood sucking creatures that feed on souls and pain. I thought it was tough last year dealing with parents at check-in and check-out.
When parents aren't happy, God isn't happy. Sharks aren't happy, cancer isn't happy. Around week eight of camp last year, I reached a point while in a heated twenty minute discussion with a parent where I just broke down and said, "What do you want from me? What do you want me to say? Because I'll say it if it makes you happy."
I am scared that I can no longer say, you can chat with the director if you'd like. Everyone else will be saying that. And it will be me! Maybe I'll find a reverse-aging spell, bunk up with one of the teens, and have them lock in me in the closet. It inevitably happens every year.
I am very frightened I won't be able to please them this year.
It's hard to believe I've been with this company for four years. I remember when I started off as a scared instructor teaching video game creation to ten year-olds. I came back the following year as a lead instructor teaching 3D game design. Last year I took on management as an assistant director, working with 80 kids and 10 instructors per week.
Now I'll be directing my own camp.
Holy. Who thought this was a good idea? Why did I think this was a good idea? I just threw myself face to face with the most evil, dark-natured being in the universe -- parents. They are hell-awful, blood sucking creatures that feed on souls and pain. I thought it was tough last year dealing with parents at check-in and check-out.
When parents aren't happy, God isn't happy. Sharks aren't happy, cancer isn't happy. Around week eight of camp last year, I reached a point while in a heated twenty minute discussion with a parent where I just broke down and said, "What do you want from me? What do you want me to say? Because I'll say it if it makes you happy."
I am scared that I can no longer say, you can chat with the director if you'd like. Everyone else will be saying that. And it will be me! Maybe I'll find a reverse-aging spell, bunk up with one of the teens, and have them lock in me in the closet. It inevitably happens every year.
I am very frightened I won't be able to please them this year.