Aug 2nd, 2006 9:59:10 pm - Subscribe

I want to go home. This place is eating my soul, I swear. Weekends are beautiful, this week is hell.

Monday: Kids go sailing. Kids capsize. In general, not a huge deal... Not here. Some crazed woman called 911 in a panic. Making me explain myself to not only the RCMP, the Fire-fighters, and the EMS medics. I got reamed out by some lady for five minutes for chuckling about the situation.
Bitch.

Tuesday: One of my kids goes home, hating sailing, and likely hating me. After she leaves, we're playing a camp wide game and a child falls into a wasp nest. He is screaming like a banshee, and a little girl is screaming that he might be allergic...I run in there blinded by the fear of him dying, and end up with eight bites myself. Turns out I'm mildly allergic and he's not, and my swelling has yet to go down.
Yay.

Today: My boss calls me into his office, and questions my teaching methods because my snot nosed child that went home complained about me to her mother.
Fuck.

It's not bad, just I'm slowly burning out. I want reality, and school to kick in. A real job, a real life, real friends...

Do you miss me?
I miss me.

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