Working as a camp counselor was torture

Working as a camp counselor was torture

When you’re 16 years outdated your job possibilities are limited when you live in an unpopulated area. I could either spend my summer time flipping burgers at the local fast food joint or I could take a job toiling at your camp across town. I have these delusional ideas that it would be fun to spend the summer time outside in the woods toiling with adolescents, boy was I wrong. I feel all of the money I acquired went to pay for the calamine lotion that I had to apply because of all the bug bites or sunscreen that I needed to survive the day’s out on the lake. I was pretty much sleepy at the end of every day yet I was unable to sleep here because the small sheds they had been sleeping in did not have any form of air conditioner. They called them chalets however they were simply a wooden box with cots and a small box for our belongings! Even the showers and bathrooms were open to the outdoors and often filled with bugs, hanging out with the adolescents was kind of cool however even that could be stressful at times because numerous of them did not get along. It was our job to make them happy and help them to work together however periodically it just seemed impossible. The best part of the job was the two afternoons when I was able to go home, take a real shower, do my laundry, and sleep in my own bed where I had air conditioner. Those two afternoons would often revive me to be able to make it through my next five day shift. All-in-all I guess it was character-building as they say however I don’t necessarily advocate that job to adolescents.

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