Busy Days

It's wonderful having staff here. Each new person brings a fabulous energy to camp that makes all of the colors brighter and everything sparkle. But it is a lot of work. A LOT. Maybe that's obvious and stupid to even write down. As a Camp Director, the main part of my job is supervising staff. But I think over the last nine months since camp ended last summer, I forgot. But I remember now. And it is a lot of work. Keeping people busy who don't really know what they are supposed to be doing is a lot of work. Eventually, training will begin and they will have a schedule, and after that, campers will arrive and they will be busy all the time and I won't have to tell them what to do. But pre-training is just them standing around until I give them a project. And then an hour later, me telling them the next thing to do and so on and so on. It takes a lot of my time to stay ahead of them. I have a lot of things to do to prepare for training and the first week of camp, so really, all of these people needing projects is causing more work for me. I'm trying not to complain, because it's probably a good problem to have. But I'm complaining anyway.

Yesterday we had three more international staff arrive. They arrived to camp around 11pm and all of us were sitting in the dark because there was a huge storm and the power went out at 10:15. Welcome to America and to camp. I probably would have cried if I had been them, but they were all really good about it and seemed excited to be here.

Today we started the day with CPR and first aid. Afterwards, because we have such a big group now, I had everyone moving some lockers and heavy furniture that we needed help with. And now everyone is just hanging out. The wind is FIERCE and the lake looks like an ocean, and it's been raining in bursts, so I don't know what they are all doing to keep busy, but I am just sitting here, enjoying doing nothing. These past few days I have taken to running everywhere I go, so at any given moment you see me sprinting across camp. I hate to run, and I'm not usually one to be completely crazy, but it's been so busy that I have had to be in 15 places at once and so running is the best way to do that. Yesterday, right before I was supposed to train first aid, the food delivery truck arrived and needed me to be in the kitchen. So it became that scene from Mr.s Doubtfire, running back and forth between two places trying to be completely committed to both things that needed me. Ridiculous. I am so happy that it's free time now and I can just relax.