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This weekend we had a troop of 20 Boy Scouts and 5 dads come to camp to volunteer. I was dreading it, despite the fact that they were a relatively low maintenance group. It is the weekend. I want to sleep late and walk around in my pajamas all day. I want to lay in the sun on a blanket in the field. I want to read a book and surf the internet and relax. I don't want to be friendly or helpful or cook lunch or give directions to anyone. It turned out just fine- other than providing lunch on Saturday, they didn't need anything from me and they got a ton of work done, so I can't complain at all. And, I had the following absolutely hilarious interaction with one of the dads:

(I was sitting with S in the dining hall before lunch, and he approached us. I said hi and commented on his shirt, which had the name of the city our office is located in).

Him- "Oh, so you work for camp all year long then?"
Me- "Yep."
Him- "And what is your job?"
Me- "Executive Director."
Him- "Of what?"
Me- "Camp."
Him (not even attempting to hide his shock) "You are in charge of the whole place."
Me- "I guess you could say that."
Him- (not even attempting to be polite, he gives me a once over, looking me up and down) "Huh."
Me- "Thanks so much for coming, we're thrilled you could be here" (big smile).

I get it.

My cut off sweat pant capri's, yellow butterfly camp tee shirt and flip flops weren't exactly a power suit, but dude, it was the weekend, what did he expect?

Some day I will have gray hair and wrinkles and people will think, "she could be in charge, she's old, she must know what she's doing." Until then, I will wear my age proudly and smile whenever I feel like being sarcastic. Bring on the week ahead.