2004-07-29 Rainy boxes
I'm only an hour-and-a-half into my shift, and I already have a splitting headache. I hate this journalism camp and their utter disrespect for any and all rules and policies. They're also loud.
I've had more problems with this camp in the 4 days they've been in the lab than I've had with all the camps all summer.
They leave tomorrow. Not soon enough. My supervisors are happy about them leaving. Christ.
I really hate these people. Again, the kids are fine. The counsellors are awful. It's like, they've spent so much time digging under people's skin to find out what's going on that they forgot how to smile. They've spent too much time being exact and not enough time figuring themselves out.
In other news.
I know when my bed's getting delivered (happy dance!). I have to spend the night in my dark, dark apartment just in case the Midamerican guy comes first thing in the morning. He might. He also might not come until late in the day. I don't know.
I showed my box-filled apartment off to Brett today, who wasn't nearly as excited as I was. I don't think anybody can be. I've been telling everyone about how I'm getting a Really Great Bed, and it's kind of hard to get excited for someone about their furniture.
It rained alot, and as I still don't have my umbrella (I doubt I'll ever get it back), I stayed in and watched kid's cartoons. It was alright.
9.04pm
