Sick of Camp

I know that in September, I will be so sad that camp is over and I will miss my staff terribly. But right now, I'm pretty sick of about half of them. I totally get that they are tired and ready to be done. But seriously people, it's time to put your game faces on and be professional. Start doing your flipping job or my head is going to explode.

I think it is even more frustrating, because my really good staff are left to pick up the slack and compensate for the others. It is causing strife amongst them and I am trying to mediate. I am also trying to figure out a way to make sure my good staff are not feeling stressed out, but there's not much I can do. I'm in over my head, there's just far too much on my shoulders and it means that I have to ask people who were hired as counselors to take on a great deal of responsibility. They are doing well. S, S, A and C are outstanding. They take initiative and don't mind doing whatever needs to be done.

I have others that lead in different areas at different times, and I appreciate them for that. But there are some that are just not doing what they are supposed to do. It is frustrating.

Meanwhile, boy C has had a sore shoulder since he got to camp. He said he strained it carrying his luggage. Most of the time, he's fine. He can kayak, dance, play sports... However, whenever staff are asked to move tables, clean, carry anything, or really do anything he doesn't seem to be interested in, his shoulder really starts to hurt. I have been patient and given him other options. But it's REALLY selective pain. And ALL of the staff, myself included, are frustrated by his apparent laziness. Finally yesterday, when he was sitting on a bench, by himself, instead of playing the all-camp game, because the bouncing of the running hurt his shoulder, I decided I'd had it. I told him he needed to work with what he had and if he couldn't run, he would jog. If not jog, pick a slow kid and walk with the kid. I don't care, just DO SOMETHING.

Today I took him to the doctor who told him to ice it if it hurt, but otherwise he seemed fine. Yeah, I sorta already knew that... He's not a very good counselor to begin with, so this fake injury is particularly annoying. I want o yell at him every time I see him, so it takes a great deal of self talk to be patient and kind.

2 weeks and 2 days. I can make it. I really can.