John, 7/5/2023
Sunday
It's the summer camp Chronicles continued. Upon arrival, our beloved scout master goes to check us in while I gather the troop with our guide, who just happens to be one of our girls. However, she is on camp staff this year.
After check in, our scoutmaster rejoined us on our tour. Our tour consists of walking around camp to show new comers where everything is. Including the mess hall. The problem was that we were the last group to visit the mess hall and the guy on staff forgot about us and didn't have tables for us. He Eventually worked it out. Our scoutmaster informed me that the site that we had reserved had been double booked and we were relocated. This was after she had gotten the site approved by the program director himself, only he didn't read the email correctly and fucked it up. Off to a fun start and it's only Sunday.
Monday. Well, I don't know what my face looked like Monday morning in the breakfast line, but one of the young staff members' eyes went wide and said to me "oh my God, what are they doing to you? You look so stressed!" I was and I am. It's like the fuckery never ends with these people. Not to mention, I didn't really sleep and when I did I had really weird dreams. After lunch our patrol leader came to inform us that two of our girls had gone into the trading post, being on their first summer camp they didn't realize that they couldn't wear their backpacks in and didn't see the sign that said so because it was not on the door but off to the side. When the lady that runs the Trading post saw our girls, she walked up behind them and jerked the backpack off our girls with enough force, the strap broke on one of their bags. Well, we were both hot about this but our scoutmaster sent me to check on the girls while she ran to her car to get a spare backpack. I got the story from the girls and went to a staff member. After that there was a scoutmaster meeting where I approached the program director and told him how disappointing it was that they couldn't get their shit together and it was a failure to plan.
Later in the evening, down at the waterfront the scoutmaster's son was accused of licking another person. What really happened is that the boy leaned his face against the other person, because they were all too close to each other anyway. When the swim instructor tried to reprimand him, the boy had a full on meltdown. He has Autism. So now we have to escort him everywhere.
Tuesday. Well it started out good till LAMM Tripped over an old Telephone cable on the way to breakfast. People have told them about this hazard for years. I went to the camp director and said "if it's functional, bury it I will even help you. If it's not, cut it out and trash it. I won't Sue you over scraped knees, but someone else with more money might." They got it done right away. Then once I got a Signal on my phone I saw a text from Mr. Blinky. He needed me to call right away. Not only to discover that someone had stolen $800 out of our account and somehow it was my fault. It turns out that when I went to the ATM at my bank, three men with masks in a white van pulled up after me. They were seen on Security Cameras all over Greenville. I spent the better part of the morning sitting on the side of the road trying to get this shit settled because that's the only place I can get a Signal. Kinetic came to camp for dinner. Not to eat but to bring me some Survival supplies. Coffee, creamer, Chocolate, MRE's and some pads for LAMM. Yes, I said MRE's. Our meals are reminiscent of prison food. You however, may disagree. The burger I ate tonight was questionable, and I felt a little sick afterwards.
Wednesday. LAMM had Learn to Swim. There were five male instructors and no female instructors. I spent 3 hours at the waterfront. One youth showed up thinking it was Snorkeling class. They let him stay anyway and a staff member had signed up for the learn to swim class. In three hours she became a beginner swimmer. Meanwhile the fuckery of the backpack debacle was still an issue. It was also parents night. So, we didn't eat in the mess hall. For the ones who didn't have family coming up to visit our scoutmaster ordered Chick-fil-A for dinner.
Thursday. Well, there were a few meltdowns. I believe there was a fight that broke out at breakfast. I was rather impressed with this one scout's ability to dodge punches and my scoutmaster's speed to break up the fight. And more fuckery of a grown ass woman's Inability to make a simple Apology to 2 girls she Physically attacked. At breakfast one of our girls that's on staff, seemed not to be doing well. I've known this girl for many years and (she) didn't seem herself. As the night came to an end some of the staff members came by to see how things were going, doing sign offs and seeing if we needed anything. Then the conversation about our girl came up. The staff then proceeded to tell our scoutmaster, in front of at least one other scout, about how they have been keeping an eye on (her). Making sure she's not alone too much, insinuating that (she) might hurt herself. This is also when he lets the cat out of the bag and tells us that (she)wants the staff to call her Peter but not around the scouts. This is when shit gets blown Completely out of proportion. And our loving scoutmaster decides to call the girl's father in the morning.
Friday. I can't be more ready to go home and make love to my bed. Anyway, I go to breakfast and spot ( Peter) in the serving line. I look dead at her and tell her that we need to talk soon. By the time most had gotten their food, I went to get coffee and spotted the guy that had let the cat out of the bag. I told him how bad he'd fucked up. When she came to me I told her all that had transpired and I wanted to give her a heads up that she might hear from her dad, oh yeah she had been Ratted out. She almost lost her shit. Needless to say she's fine and well but not a happy person at the moment. Her dad is a hardass and a Devout Catholic.
There is so much more to this story but I'm going to end it here. Till next time.
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