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fredericksProject Happy? Project FRUSTRATION OMGWTF!!!
Last week everyone, counselors and participants, was lethargic. This week it was only the counselors that were out of it, and the kids, back at their high-octane level, took FULL advantage of it. I spent a shitload of time today clutching my head crying "Oh my God! Oh my GOD!" No joke. I was so upset with my help in the bowling alley I ended up venting to one of the better counselors. While I'm damn happy (heh) to get the help I need to corral the participants when they're playing with 8 and 10 pound balls, the help I end up with is reluctant and otherwise incompetent. It's not that hard to keep an eye on three or four children, really. Okay, no. It IS hard, but not impossibly so. Out of the biggest group I had in bowling today only three of the kids had a history of wandering and being otherwise difficult. Why weren't the damned counselors eyeing these kids specifically?? I would have, except no one wanted to pin set [the alley is not automatic] so I had to limp my gimpy ass down there to do it. And, of course, one of the wanderers pulls the fire alarm. I was so PISSED. No words, just FLAMES! Flames from the side of my face! (to paraphrase). We had to wait for the fire peeps to mosey over and take the damned thing off. After that I was so angry at the counselors (not the children, mind you) that I ended up getting the kids together to get them out to lunch. ARGH. "Oh my GOD!"
I expect competence. That's all I ever expect from my co-workers. I guess that's too much.
The kid that got lost was with the bowling fiasco group. I knew it was coming. He didn't get lost so much as wander off on his own, but still. I wasn't in charge of the group so it wasn't my fault. But I still was upset about it (duh!).
I was exhausted. Exhausted isn't even the WORD. I walked to 6th Ave and my feet felt like lead. But I wasn't going home to rest, oh NO. I ended up going straight to my brother's basketball game out in LI. Eyelids felt like...something really heavy. On the ride over there I ran into someone who went to same elementary as me. He was a year beneath me, but remembered my name and everything. I felt bad because I only vaguely recalled him. He seemed like a nice kid; very kind and could keep up his end of the conversation. By the time I thought about getting his contact info he had to get off. Oh well.
Brother's team smacked the one he was playing. He was annoying, as usual. I should have just gone straight home. I could have showered, gone under the covers, and maybe cracked open my Micro book. Or just sleep. It'd have been a toss-up, dammit.
Last week everyone, counselors and participants, was lethargic. This week it was only the counselors that were out of it, and the kids, back at their high-octane level, took FULL advantage of it. I spent a shitload of time today clutching my head crying "Oh my God! Oh my GOD!" No joke. I was so upset with my help in the bowling alley I ended up venting to one of the better counselors. While I'm damn happy (heh) to get the help I need to corral the participants when they're playing with 8 and 10 pound balls, the help I end up with is reluctant and otherwise incompetent. It's not that hard to keep an eye on three or four children, really. Okay, no. It IS hard, but not impossibly so. Out of the biggest group I had in bowling today only three of the kids had a history of wandering and being otherwise difficult. Why weren't the damned counselors eyeing these kids specifically?? I would have, except no one wanted to pin set [the alley is not automatic] so I had to limp my gimpy ass down there to do it. And, of course, one of the wanderers pulls the fire alarm. I was so PISSED. No words, just FLAMES! Flames from the side of my face! (to paraphrase). We had to wait for the fire peeps to mosey over and take the damned thing off. After that I was so angry at the counselors (not the children, mind you) that I ended up getting the kids together to get them out to lunch. ARGH. "Oh my GOD!"
I expect competence. That's all I ever expect from my co-workers. I guess that's too much.
The kid that got lost was with the bowling fiasco group. I knew it was coming. He didn't get lost so much as wander off on his own, but still. I wasn't in charge of the group so it wasn't my fault. But I still was upset about it (duh!).
I was exhausted. Exhausted isn't even the WORD. I walked to 6th Ave and my feet felt like lead. But I wasn't going home to rest, oh NO. I ended up going straight to my brother's basketball game out in LI. Eyelids felt like...something really heavy. On the ride over there I ran into someone who went to same elementary as me. He was a year beneath me, but remembered my name and everything. I felt bad because I only vaguely recalled him. He seemed like a nice kid; very kind and could keep up his end of the conversation. By the time I thought about getting his contact info he had to get off. Oh well.
Brother's team smacked the one he was playing. He was annoying, as usual. I should have just gone straight home. I could have showered, gone under the covers, and maybe cracked open my Micro book. Or just sleep. It'd have been a toss-up, dammit.
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Date: 2005-04-10 03:06 pm (UTC)Isn't it weird how when we run into people we knew when we were kids, it's hard to think of them as grownups? Hell, I don't even think of myself as a grownup.
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Date: 2005-04-11 12:07 pm (UTC)I KNOW. I still see the guy as that kid that used to sit across the lunchroom with the younger kids, wearing his button-up shirt and tie. It's like I have to counter the cognitive dissonance inherent with seeing him as a *gulp* man but putting him back in elementary.
Hell, I don't even think of myself as a grownup.
Hell, I *know* I'm not a grownup; forget the thinking part.