Working as a camp counselor was torture
Working as a camp counselor was torture
When you’re 16 years seasoned your task possibilities are limited when you live in an unpopulated area.
I could either spend my Summer flipping burgers at the local fast food joint or I could take a task working at your camp across town.
I have these delusional ideas that it would be fun to spend the Summer outside in the woods working with youngsters, boy was I wrong. I think 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 a/c. They called them cabins 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 youngsters was kind of cool however even that could be stressful at times because multiple of them did not get along. It was our task to make them cheerful and help them to work together however sporadically it just seemed impossible. The best part of the task 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 a/c. 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 but I don’t necessarily request that task to youngsters.