Ugh! >_< !
This morning as I was coming out of sleep I was somewhere between consciousness and dreaming when I thought, "if I drove off of a cliff, which four friends would be in my car?" I suddenly snapped into full consciousness and thought "... I don't know." It made be a bit sad because I don't know who my four best friends are -- the ones that would drive off of a cliff with me. Then again, I've been cooped up at home longer than I'm used to, so I'm not seeing very many people and it's getting to my head.
Now, I'm not going to drive off of a cliff and I certainly wouldn't take my friends with me. I have no plans of such a thing. I don't even know how it came into my head. A very distant voice is telling me that it had something to do with the dreams I was having beforehand, but it's only an inkling. I just wanted to square that away.
So, I now know that the girls that I'm working with are irresponsible. Granted, we signed up for a residential camp counselor job, so we're not supposed to be sitting in an office from 9-5, but what we're working on (or supposed to be working on) is important. We are responsible for the activities and care of quite a lot of young girls. I want to give these girls as much as I can. I want them to feel fulfilled and happy to be at camp. I want them to want to go back next summer. Now, I'm worried. I'm the one who calls all the shots. I make the suggestions and decisions. The two of them look at me as I'm a Nazi drill Sargent, but I want to do my job. It really bothers me when they want to "try out all the paints" for a workshop which doesn't start until August. I know you don't want to be here. I don't want to be there either. I want to go home and sit in the sun, or veg out at the computer, but you signed up for this job the same as I did. Deal with it!
Hmm.. either I see a UFO, or it's some sort of reflection. I'll leave the answer open ended.
It's actually kind of nice being at home. I enjoy it. I just hope that my co-workers shape up.
Now, I'm not going to drive off of a cliff and I certainly wouldn't take my friends with me. I have no plans of such a thing. I don't even know how it came into my head. A very distant voice is telling me that it had something to do with the dreams I was having beforehand, but it's only an inkling. I just wanted to square that away.
So, I now know that the girls that I'm working with are irresponsible. Granted, we signed up for a residential camp counselor job, so we're not supposed to be sitting in an office from 9-5, but what we're working on (or supposed to be working on) is important. We are responsible for the activities and care of quite a lot of young girls. I want to give these girls as much as I can. I want them to feel fulfilled and happy to be at camp. I want them to want to go back next summer. Now, I'm worried. I'm the one who calls all the shots. I make the suggestions and decisions. The two of them look at me as I'm a Nazi drill Sargent, but I want to do my job. It really bothers me when they want to "try out all the paints" for a workshop which doesn't start until August. I know you don't want to be here. I don't want to be there either. I want to go home and sit in the sun, or veg out at the computer, but you signed up for this job the same as I did. Deal with it!
Hmm.. either I see a UFO, or it's some sort of reflection. I'll leave the answer open ended.
It's actually kind of nice being at home. I enjoy it. I just hope that my co-workers shape up.