| confession #50 |
[28 Jun 2008|09:58am] |
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Training week: over.
The real deal: still to come.
So ya, the other counsellors are great, we all get along super well, then there's this teacher who's a back-up counsellor and everyone hates her. Rightfully so.
I have seven campers, all girls, aged from 12 to 14 (maybe 15). And I'm the only counsellor who knows their concentration, and big surprise, it's farm.
Everything is really complicated to be honest. There is so much for us to do, so much planning, so much work, we aren't just counsellors we're fucking teachers and coordinators all at once. But the pay isn't terrible so I'm going to stick it out, even though it's going to be tough. Turns out if we quit we have to pay them $200, I didn't read the contract close enough so I didn't know :P.
I have Monday and Thursday nights off, starting at 10:00pm, but I'm going to be so fucking tired, I don't know what I'll end up doing. I also have off in the mornings, when the cmapers are at school, but we have meetings and shower time and planning to do, so it won't really be like "time off".
Well, I have to pack everything back up and get going to Matt's.
Until next weekend (possibly).
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