whogeek: The WhoGeek w/ blue/white/red target (I'm a geek)
So working at a camp is.... an adventure and a half, shall we say. It's a lot of fun too, and I can genuinely say I like everyone I work with (not necessarily as co-workers but as people in general) and I love being able to work with the young women coming for the CIT program.

We just finished up "Magic and Mysteries" week, aka "Harry Potter" week and it was a blast! I got to play Snitch for the Quidditch Tournament and also play a staff game to keep the girls entertained while the scores were all being tallied up. It was all kinds of wet and muddy because it had rained just a few hours before so most of the kids were caked in mud. I actually managed to not slip and fall down in the mud but I did get hit by a couple of bludgers (which at that point were more mud-balls than foam) so I threw my shirt in with my girls' shirts for a quick wash. I definitely want to look into joining the Quidditch team at my school this next semester. So much fun. 'My' unit (I'm assigned to a unit for the week because I'm not actually in one) won the second task which involved making a boat out of random objects, taking it across the lake and completing challenges along the way, 'rescuing' another counselor and then bringing everything back across the lake. It was a lot of fun to watch and cheer for and my unit won that challenge. Then there was the Horcrux hunt, which is a challenge/scavenger hunt. I wasn't involved because I had to get sleep so I could drive for the day camp group the next morning but apparently it was pretty awesome too. It was honestly a lot of fun, especially dressing up as 'Hawkeye Moody' for parts of one day.

I think the only thing I would want to change is some of the Admin decisions. Especially the way some of my co-workers are being treated. I'm not going to go into that now because it'll just make me angry again.
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So I spent this past weekend at an archaeology conference, mostly for people who do experimental or recreational archaeology.  There were a lot of presentations of papers, which was interesting, but boring at the same time, and Saturday afternoon we actually got to do some hands-on stuff.  I got to try my hand at making a viking bead with glass (it broke, unfortunately, but I had fun trying), I made some cordage (thin cord made out of various plant materials) and made a bracelet with what I made.  The best part was that I got to smelt some iron.  We weren't actually smelting from iron ore, but rather from some scrap iron, to make a lump of iron that could potentially be worked into a blade or something.  So now I have a 536 gram lump of blade-quality iron.

AND I FINALLY KNOW WHAT I WANT TO DO WITH MY ARCHAEOLOGY STUFF!!  I want to learn blacksmithing, and do experimental stuff, and maybe work at a living history place or something.  I mean, before it was just "archaeology, cool stuff, get to dig in the dirt!" and all the other archaeology students I talked to were like "what's your concentration/focus?" and I just didn't know.  But know I really do know, and it's such a fantastic feeling.

Anyways, I feel like I've been so out of touch with people on lj, and I haven't posted in ages.  So how are people doing?
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So, I'm back at school.  I've been really busy while I was on my summer break.  I had work most of the summer, being a camp counselor, so that took most of my time and energy.  I had a few times where things got crazy at work: had to give one girl the heimlich, I had a bunch of kids get stung by bees, three boys had to be sent home.  1 was violent, cursing, and tried to walk out of camp, the second threw an epic tantrum, was violent and cursing, and the thrid was violent, cursed, and didn't listen to anyone.  The first two were 9, the thrid boy was 6.  And his mom called the cops on us, but more on that later.  I had two 5-year olds follow some of the volunteers/workers/older campers down to put up some horses on the 'powerlines' which are several pastures out under the long-distance power-line thingies.  So when one girl's mother showed up no one knew where she had gone.  So that was stressful.  I had horses stepping on my feet, one co-counselor(older than me) who was inept and acted/dressed like a child, another who finished work and went back to school a week before me, and I came very close to passing out under the pinball machine in the camper barn one day.  Close enough I could feel my eyes trying to roll back in my head.  So that was exciting, and I got hosed down before they put me on the steps into the pool, and everyone was asking me how i was feeling after that.

So, the police incident:

There was this one kid, we'll call him Al.  Al was a bit of a weird kid.  He was happier playing by himself than joining the other kids to play.  So Monday he had to go home early because he got stung.  OK, mom came and got him, fine.  The next day, he was quite unhappy that he hadn't had a chance to ride the previous day, and so he started hitting, kicking, and being violent with the other campers.  He even spat on one girl.  So, I get his mom's phone number and call her and let her know what is happening, and that if it happens again I'll have to ask her to come pick Al up and not come back.  So, things are good for a while, Al goes on his ride, things are fine, no problems, the second ride goes out, I do the wagon ride, things are cool.  Then, Al starts getting violent again.  I tell one of the volunteers to get Momma Sarah to talk to Al, because Momma Sarah don't take no shit from no one.  I pull out my phone to call Al's mother, and she tells me that she is already on her way, because she isn't satisfied with the services.  WELL.  So, then, Dan(basically, the farmhand/mechanic/guide/all-around-fixer) comes over and he's carrying Al like a sack of potatoes.  At this point the mom drives up and gets all upset because Dan is restraining and holding her kid.  The mom tells us that she isn't satisfied with the services, and she's asking about a refund, and telling us that she "works in a daycare, and they think communication is very important, so they use the 'sandwich method' to talk to parents."  So, Dan, Alex(another volunteer) and I all go "WTF?" and so she explains that when you talk to parents you start with a positive, then the negative, and end on a positive.  My thoughts?  "Lady, I have 40-some kids, and there are 30-some horses over there.  I don't have time to spend 30 minutes talking about one kid.  That ain't my job.  My job is to make sure that my campers are safe."  So mom grabs Al by the wrist and drags him a ways away, then, to talk to him, she grabs both wrists and holds his hands out so he can't hit her.  Now, every time I talked to her I got the "This is unusual behavior for Al.  He's never done this before."  And now my thoughts are "Lady, when you are restraining your kid just to talk to him, this ain't abnormal behavior."  So she leaves, things are good for a while, and then she drives back up, and behind her is a police cruiser!  So she and the officer get out and talk for a moment, the officer comes over(a couple of my older campers help by getting the younger kids into the camper barn for a while) and asks who is in charge and for me to get them.  So I go and get Momma Sarah and she goes and talks with the officer and the mom for a while.  I keep an eye on them and the few campers who are still outside.  At one point, the mom starts crying over something.  So after a while the mom gets back in her car and leaves, and Momma Sarah comes and tells me that we were in the right to restrain the kid if he was being violent.  So I tell all the parents and such, and when I have like, 6 kids left I go to check on one who is hanging out with the volunteers and workers and get told that I have to write an incident report of what happened.  So after all my campers get checked out I go and write up my report.  Come to find out, the mom and the owner had a phone conversation, and the mom threatened to sue for a refund, and for child abuse on Dan's part.  The owner said that "apparently you had to restrain your own kid just to talk to him!"  And the mom's response?  Denial.  "I never laid a HAND on him!"   I call your bull, and raise you a shit.  Oh, and no refunds, and we have the right to rescind your kids invitation to camp.  It's on the back of the damn camp registration form.  And the NO REFUNDS policy, too.  SO that was....yeah.  Exciting.

Oh, and I changed all the names here to protect my co-workers.
whogeek: greg in the hall post-explosion (Greggo Oww)
So, first off, my head hurts like anything, and it's mostly sinuses, and my afrin has done absolutely nothing for it, and I can't take sudafed unless I want to totally flip my heart out.  I just want to curl up somewhere dark and sleep for a day.

Second, and actually kinda funny was this woman at the store today.  So theres this one store that has these.... thingies on their carts to hook them together, and you put in a quarter and can unhook a cart and use it.  When you're done you leash it back to the other carts and get your quarter back.  This saves money on people to go and get carts from the parking lot and also on stolen carts.  Well, this one woman, she had a big heavy box, and a smaller box, and she didn't have a cart.  So as she's leaving the store she's muttering something along the lines of "fucking ridiculous, a quarter for a cart" and I'm thinking that, A) you get your quarter back and B) someone really needs to get laid.

Yeah, that's it.  Oh, and I have to go sing with my head pounding and feeling like it weighs about twenty pounds.
 
In other news, I start my new job on Monday!  :D  Which [livejournal.com profile] jetpack_angel  will be glad to know is not working for The Devil.  I'll be a counselor at a horse camp for the summer.  So, lots of horses and little kids.  Should be fun.
 
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So, it has been brought to my attention that I should probably post about what's been going on in my life recently.

In the past couple weeks I finished out the semester and moved back home(3 A's, 3 C's).  Now I've been looking for a job for the summer, and having.... moderate luck?  I guess.  Well, I'm trying to find something to do over the summer, because otherwise I'll end up selling knives again, which wasn't so awesome the first time around.  But, I've had one interview today, and I've turned in several other applications at various places, so, hoping one of those works out! :D

But, anyways.... muses are kinda quiet at the moment, which is good, because I'm trying to write up my resume, which is slightly confusing and mostly annoying.

I do have several plot bunnies in my plot-bunny-hutch(yes, I had to make a hutch for them all, they were getting out of control).  So, hopefully I can get to writing some of those after I've got a job pinned down and a more stable schedule.  And hopefully my dad will get a car shortly there-after, and I'll get to use the Van.  :)
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So... I've been job hunting, and applying to just about every place I can think of, and a couple weeks ago I mentioned quashing the impulse to apply to Walmart, especially after all of [livejournal.com profile] jetpack_angel's horror stories about working there, but now I've gone and done it.  I applied to Walmart.  I'm an idiot.  I'm kind of shocked/horrified that I actually applied, but NO ONE has contacted me and said "Yes, we'll hire you!"  I JUST WANT A GODDAMNED SUMMER JOB!!  **deep breath** I'm ok, really...... Well, no, I'm not really ok.  Someone hit me.

Although, I did find an awesome music matrix thing. inoyan.narod.ru/musicmatrix.swf  I cannot stop coming up with awesome patterns and images to draw in it.  It uses binary to describe each of the squares, so when squares are lit, you get a string of 16 numbers, and if you copy and paste a string into the matrix, it takes the numbers and makes music with them!  I've got a notepad thing full of number strings. :D  I'm such a geek.

ugh

May. 17th, 2010 12:45 am
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I hate looking for a job.  Hate it.  And all the stupid applications want you to list your previous employment, which I don't have.  And some of the online ones won't take any applications unless you put something down for previous employment.  Fuck.....  Although, I might have a dog-walking job for a while.  A rottie, apparently, but I forgot to talk to the person about it earlier, and so I'll have to call at some point to get the information and such.

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