8:30am Kenai, AK
Lets start the day with some shout outs...shall we:
This one goes to to Miss Lindsay Rae Barnes in Massachusetts for the weekend with her sister. Lindsay called me after she passed exit 150 on the parkway and thought of me. Thank you Lindsay for making me smile and being a welcomed friendly voice.
To Liz for chauffeuring around 2D and giving her a social life and then sharing it all with me and making me feel not quite a continent away.
To Alex and Julia because you're super cool and i'm sad that i'm not there to play this summer. Swing rides for everyone when i get home! Have a wonderful weekend.
To Chris for being 100% awesome.
To my Whee because I love her. She sent me a Disney princess tackle box complete with pink silk robe from the land of China.
To my parents because they give me peace when i have none and wise loving words when i need them the most. Thank you for all that you are.
And to everyone else for keeping me company and enjoying the crap that i spew out here on a fairly regular basis.
Okay that's enough of that...So i was starting to rethink the whole Sweeney Todd thing...it was looking very appealing. Fisherman were getting on my nerves, the outdoor kitchen was a total mess beyond comprehension and my boss was just shrugging all of this off like jay-z with dirt on his shoulder. I was pissed. And i hated it. I hated being in a bad mood. I hated that people were treating me bad but somehow i was always the bitch because they had no introspection. I hated that i was overtired and sensitive. 'screw this.' I clocked out and started walking. I didn't care where i went i wanted off camp property. I pulled out my phone and called my dad. "Dad i'm done. These people suck. I'm just done." I knew i wasn't going to quit and I knew that i just needed to blow off some steam and talk to my parents but it felt good to say because at that moment i was done. I needed a break and i was taking it. I walked clear out the gate, down the driveway and found myself walking towards the beach. I talked to my parents for a while. They told me what i already knew but it was still good to hear - that not everyone has a work ethic or morals for that matter. That i should do my job the best way that i could and that would be enough. That i needed a break - to actually take time out for myself...not just a nap but time away doing something for me. (my mom suggested finding a salon to get a pedicure or manicure. "they don't have those here." i think there is one barbershop and one "salon" in town but in reality i think these people cut their own hair and don't get pedicures all that often.)
Later that night I went out with the girls. We got two cabs to come pick all seven of us up and we went to The Backdoor. Three generations of women laughing and hollering and dominating the bar. It was perfect. They didn't want the fun to end but since i had work the next morning at 6:30am I got in the cab that was heading back to camp early with Molly and Kathy. The other girls decided to head to Good Time Charlies - the local not so sexy strip club. After they got their fair share of the big and beautiful women there they headed to Hooligans where they were the cause of a bar fight. It sounded like it shaped up to be quite a night.
Five and a half hours after my head hit the pillow i was back up ready for action. I actually felt refreshed. I was tired and felt like i had been drinking but having a night out with the girls really rejuvenated me. I made my coffee and juice got ready for the day. Then i headed to the laundry room because it was Saturday - fisherman's laundry day. As i was standing there folding clothes this wonderful feeling came over me...it actually felt like a Saturday. Yes the work was the same as most days around here but it felt like a weekend. Jackie walked by so i asked her how the rest of her night went, "I'm still drunk." She came in and told me about the strip club and the bar fight and then Michelle happened by and filled in the rest of the story. They had a blast. And as we stood there I was having a blast. This is how it is supposed to be. Everyone shouldn't be all stressed out and counting the days until they leave. We should be laughing and working towards a common goal enjoying the time we have and the money we are making. Isn't that a novel idea...
After the laundry, I handed out gear made sure all of the workers everywhere were squared away then i grabbed my purse, my shades and my list and went to the store. This is how Saturdays should be. It was so great to get out for a drive. I went to Three Bears, as usual, got everything on my list and then got on line with my favorite cashier, Gloria. She had gotten her hair cut since the last time i was in so i asked her where...maybe they did nails too. She goes to the barbershop but apparently there is a "salon" not far way. We see eye to eye Gloria and me. We respect each others efficiency and she is always so positive. I just feel better after i have spent those few moments with her. I said good-bye until next time and got on my way.
I got back to camp and unloaded the van just in time for case-up to go on break. After lunch i went and finished up the fisherman's laundry. The rest of the day was spent going between the laundry and the snack shack. I clocked out at 5:30pm! I took a short nap and then spent the rest of the evening watching Paris When it Sizzles. Not a bad way to spend a Saturday i figure.