Yet here I am, currently 12:10a.m.
I decided I'll just suck it up for the rest of the week. The only real side effect I've noticed from the whole lack of sleep thing is slight irritability, which really comes in handy when dealing with children. They just seem to take me far more seriously when I'm legitimately angry as opposed to yelling because the situation calls for it.
But don't get the picture in your head that I storm about work screaming at children... I don't really storm about, I yell from my swivel chair in the corner.
Yea, I'm writing about work a lot lately.... It's all thats really been going on and its when I'm most focused on right now.
Last year I worked summer camp once or twice a week at most and had no clue what I was doing. This year is far different, and I like it.
The schedule of every day is now engraved in my brain, I know the majority of the kid's names, and when I tell kids to do something they do it (about a quarter of the time).
So Ima do a day in the life of Sean's work day:
7:23: My alarm makes noise in the form of 98.3, playing commercials. Go figure.
7:30: I stumble out of bed and painfully step on a motherboard laying on my carpet. I immediately resolve to clean my room later (didn't happen)
8:00: I whip out my checklist of things I need for work, including flip flops, swim suit, camp shirt, whistle, nametag, goggles, sunglasses, and water bottle.
8:10: I'm on the road to work, driving a bit faster than necessary, because I sort of can at this point.
8:25: I clock in at CBRC.
8:30: I enter the rockwall room and things are in complete insanity, but no more than usual. Already on the scene are my coworkers Nichole, Charlotte, and Jessica. (I'm the only boy working this entire week....hehehe)
9ish: I am handed a list of children that I am in charge of for the field trip to the mall to see a movie. We line up, head to the bus, and we are on our way to see the film Coraline.
Coraline was not a good choice. It was plainly a kid's movie, but not one for all kids. The kid next to me was nearly in tears at how "scary" the movie was. Plus there were more than a few awkward parts involving an incredibly disproportionate old lady in far too little clothing.
12: We get on the bus back to CBRC, kids eat lunch, I got on break. I eat in the deli with Alden and.... some lifeguard whose name escapes me at the moment.
1:30: I clock back in, and do a lot of yelling and whistle blowing due to the fact that the children won't be quiet during movie time.
2:00: I take kids in groups to rinse off before swim time.
2:15: I do a cannon ball off the diving board into the pool where I swim about avoiding children attempting to drown me for the next hour.
3:15: I hop out, and change back to work outfit. I then take the boys to get changed, which for some reason takes them FOREVER. Srsly, why does it take 15 minutes to change out of a swim suit? It's things like this that cause me to put on my angry face.
3:45: It's snack time. Kid's clean up, and receive a cookie. Hopefully they will become conditioned to clean for food...
4:00: I take kids on the "deli run," meaning kids who bring money can spend it at the CBRC deli on candy, drinks, sammiches, etc.
While we are waiting for food, I hear my manager on the intercom asking for housekeeping to report to the rockwall room. At this point I'm glad I volunteered to take kids to the deli, as I can only imagine what could have warranted cleaning staff to be paged so intensely.
4:30: Kids finally have their food, and we go back to the rockwall room. The next hour is chaos.
There is a 4 year old kid. To avoid complications, I'm going to not use his real name and refer to him as Ben.
Ben will not stop crying.
Ben's crying began when he was told he needed to change into his swim suit, as he really did not want to go to swim lessons.
Ben ceased crying for a bit, and was taken to his swim lesson just fine.
I go to pick Ben up from his swim lesson, and I have to have a lifeguard retrieve him from the pool for me as he refused to get out when I asked.
Tears ensue, and continue until his dad arrives half an hour later.
During the half hour, I tested to see if it was legit crying, or just WAAAA crying.
I tickle him, and he laughs uncontrollably until I stop, and the wailing starts up again instantly.
Two other times during the day I dealt with crying children. Both involved being hit in the eye, which is always downright painful. The first kid was 5, and I calmed him down by telling him his eye fell on the ground and if he took a deep breath with me, we could find it. He smiled and it was all good.
A few minutes later, a kid gets nailed in the eye with a dodgeball. This kid is about 10. I try the same routine on him, and it makes him stop crying, but only because he was astounded and how stupid I managed to make myself sound.
5:15: Most kids are gone, Casey and I start cleaning hardcore as usual.
5:30: Camp is officially closed, 3 kids remain, as do I.
5:45: I finally leave for the day.
I get home at 6, and crash until around 7 where I am rudely awakened by my mother announcing I need to clean my room, bring up my laundry, and go to my other job.
After cleaning and bringing, I go to the office I work at 4 hours a week and perform my usual activities.
Finally, it is about 9 oclock and the rest of the day is mine.
I hit up panda express with Matt, and head home assuming I'm done for the day, until Gareth makes my phone go ringaling.
So as usual, we I meet up with him at Albertsons along with Amber and Dani. Chilling occured, other people joined up, and a grand old awkward time was had.
The night ended with me seeing Ida for probably the last time.... like ever. Which really sucks, but we got a lot of pictures, so yay!
Up in 7 hours. Let's rock tomorrow kids, it's my last night in the TC for a week, as I'll be leaving for the Oregon coast as soon as I get off work on Friday.
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