One Hell of a Weekend
For those of you who think it sounds like fun to go on a bike tour and help out, beware that being a site coordinator is not all fun and games. GARR... This weekend has been hell, as has this last week. I have gotten little to no sleep and have had troubled days to match my troubled nights.
This last week I learned a lot of things. Things about others and myself that I didn't really know before, or I did and just ignored and/or hid from myself. I no longer have a boyfriend/Significant Other/lover. This is mostly due to misunderstandings and odd thought processes. I have set certian standards for myself that I can't let be broken. One of those standards is that I will not have sex with anyone who I am not in a relationship with. No more casual sex for me. Sex makes things complicated and I have the unfortunate problem of becoming attached to those who I do it with. Since the person that I thought I was in a relationship with thought the exact opposite, then I can no longer do things with him in a romantic or personal way. It also happens to be that he's a buttface too.
This weekend started off with a bang at 9am. whoo, you say 9 am? You must be joking! Well that was the late day for me. Friday I got up at 9am so that I could be my mothers workhorse and pack our van as much full of crap as I could. And so that I can help move big pieces of wood into the baggage truck so that Dad can do things to hold bikes and garrrgh. So yeah I'm up. I"m not coherent right yet. I hadn't slept well. So later that afternoon I actually have enough time for a nap. I take a half hour nap, wake up sicker than a dog and have a headache. we're looking to load more shit into the van before mom and I take off to Spring Lake so that I can set up the site with Carol the other site coordinator.
We get there just a scant 20 minutes before the sun went down. It was just enough time to get our tent set up and the air mattress inside. Mom and I still had a little time to get a pavillion thingy set up and a table set up for the morning before the sun finally set in a glorious blaze of red and purples. Then mom and I went to Meijers in Grand Haven, about 3 miles away from Spring Lake. We spend a few mintutes there and got a few things for the tour and for my hair. By the time we left it was 10:30 and we were HUNGRY. We ended up eating at Applebees and had one of the most satisfying meals I've had in a loong time.
The next morning we were up bright and early by 7am to get some breakfast and then get back to the site to set up. Well.. I did all the hard work. I did all the running around finding things, talking to the maintenance crew about where peopl eneed to park and trash and such, and I put up all the signs all around school. I went and checked that things were where they were supposed to be. Carol organized PAPERS! It pissed me off later that day when mom asked me to go get her something and I look at her with exhausted face and she goes and gets it herself that Carol leans over to me and says "Ya know if you weremy daughter I would a said 'hey get off yer butt I"m your mom!'" I looked at her with a big fuck off lingering on my lips but then I figured I'd let it go.
She pissed me off royally by not doing a dman thing and not listening to the school's wishes for parking. If there's one thing I know and one thing I"m crystal clear about is parking. GRRS.
I'm running around all day from about 9 am until 10 pm. I hand marked parking spots with side walk chalk, 27 of them!!! It's nearly 90 out and getting crappy and yet I'mstill working my ass off. By the time we go to dinner I am so hungry I feel like I want to throw up. I could barely eat the salad that I got at this really nice italian place in Spring Lake. That night I slept pretty well, at least until about 5 am when some jack-off's alarm went off for about 15 minutes before it gets turned off. I had my own alarm set for 5:30 but it was the principle of the thing.
I get up and around at 5:30 so that I can get breakfast nice and early before all the other bikers jam the line. Well I come to find out that breakfast isn't for another HOUR. dammit. So I go out and get things put together because it's starting to rain. I take down the pavillion that was up the day before and risk the lightning while working with the metal poles. I get that taken down and I take all that I can inside the building before it gets wet and I strike the tables that were there and put them away. I go check on the parking situation, and see that many people parked where I placed them, but others parked as retarded as they could. grrs.
So finally I go to breakfast, really good food, and then I grab an umbrella (ella, ella, ella, eh eh eh) and stand out in the rain for the next two and half hours. Without any help, or relief, or warmth, it was rainy and cold by 7am whenI went out there, I stood there and directed cars as best I could. I did all this without so much as a thank you from the other sit coordinator or even the tour director. WTF. I mean seriously.
GRR. My day didn't end there I had to drive up to Montague with dad in the baggage truck to help him unload things and get a hotel room set up for them. By deoing this I ended up becoming a favorite of this little 3 year old who wanted every bit of my attention. I had to watch her while her grandma was setting up the next site. She was a cutie. Anyway, I also somehow became the weather girl. Everyone was turning to me for weather info. bah,.
BAH I SAY!!
This last week I learned a lot of things. Things about others and myself that I didn't really know before, or I did and just ignored and/or hid from myself. I no longer have a boyfriend/Significant Other/lover. This is mostly due to misunderstandings and odd thought processes. I have set certian standards for myself that I can't let be broken. One of those standards is that I will not have sex with anyone who I am not in a relationship with. No more casual sex for me. Sex makes things complicated and I have the unfortunate problem of becoming attached to those who I do it with. Since the person that I thought I was in a relationship with thought the exact opposite, then I can no longer do things with him in a romantic or personal way. It also happens to be that he's a buttface too.
This weekend started off with a bang at 9am. whoo, you say 9 am? You must be joking! Well that was the late day for me. Friday I got up at 9am so that I could be my mothers workhorse and pack our van as much full of crap as I could. And so that I can help move big pieces of wood into the baggage truck so that Dad can do things to hold bikes and garrrgh. So yeah I'm up. I"m not coherent right yet. I hadn't slept well. So later that afternoon I actually have enough time for a nap. I take a half hour nap, wake up sicker than a dog and have a headache. we're looking to load more shit into the van before mom and I take off to Spring Lake so that I can set up the site with Carol the other site coordinator.
We get there just a scant 20 minutes before the sun went down. It was just enough time to get our tent set up and the air mattress inside. Mom and I still had a little time to get a pavillion thingy set up and a table set up for the morning before the sun finally set in a glorious blaze of red and purples. Then mom and I went to Meijers in Grand Haven, about 3 miles away from Spring Lake. We spend a few mintutes there and got a few things for the tour and for my hair. By the time we left it was 10:30 and we were HUNGRY. We ended up eating at Applebees and had one of the most satisfying meals I've had in a loong time.
The next morning we were up bright and early by 7am to get some breakfast and then get back to the site to set up. Well.. I did all the hard work. I did all the running around finding things, talking to the maintenance crew about where peopl eneed to park and trash and such, and I put up all the signs all around school. I went and checked that things were where they were supposed to be. Carol organized PAPERS! It pissed me off later that day when mom asked me to go get her something and I look at her with exhausted face and she goes and gets it herself that Carol leans over to me and says "Ya know if you weremy daughter I would a said 'hey get off yer butt I"m your mom!'" I looked at her with a big fuck off lingering on my lips but then I figured I'd let it go.
She pissed me off royally by not doing a dman thing and not listening to the school's wishes for parking. If there's one thing I know and one thing I"m crystal clear about is parking. GRRS.
I'm running around all day from about 9 am until 10 pm. I hand marked parking spots with side walk chalk, 27 of them!!! It's nearly 90 out and getting crappy and yet I'mstill working my ass off. By the time we go to dinner I am so hungry I feel like I want to throw up. I could barely eat the salad that I got at this really nice italian place in Spring Lake. That night I slept pretty well, at least until about 5 am when some jack-off's alarm went off for about 15 minutes before it gets turned off. I had my own alarm set for 5:30 but it was the principle of the thing.
I get up and around at 5:30 so that I can get breakfast nice and early before all the other bikers jam the line. Well I come to find out that breakfast isn't for another HOUR. dammit. So I go out and get things put together because it's starting to rain. I take down the pavillion that was up the day before and risk the lightning while working with the metal poles. I get that taken down and I take all that I can inside the building before it gets wet and I strike the tables that were there and put them away. I go check on the parking situation, and see that many people parked where I placed them, but others parked as retarded as they could. grrs.
So finally I go to breakfast, really good food, and then I grab an umbrella (ella, ella, ella, eh eh eh) and stand out in the rain for the next two and half hours. Without any help, or relief, or warmth, it was rainy and cold by 7am whenI went out there, I stood there and directed cars as best I could. I did all this without so much as a thank you from the other sit coordinator or even the tour director. WTF. I mean seriously.
GRR. My day didn't end there I had to drive up to Montague with dad in the baggage truck to help him unload things and get a hotel room set up for them. By deoing this I ended up becoming a favorite of this little 3 year old who wanted every bit of my attention. I had to watch her while her grandma was setting up the next site. She was a cutie. Anyway, I also somehow became the weather girl. Everyone was turning to me for weather info. bah,.
BAH I SAY!!