Update:
Everyone quit all at once in a blinding flash of comradery. Like a candle in the wind. The troops are limited to:
myself,
one other instructor,
nice boss,
mean boss
and mean boss’ husband the groundskeeper
They called in some folks to help from another site, so we got three more girls.
Girl 1
Girl 2
Girl 3
This week is the clean-up week, so really all you need to be able to do is be strong enough to do manual labor (lifting, moving, dusting, sweeping, picking garbage from between beds with dental picks, etc). But that would be too easy:
Myself – having to stop every 5 minutes to sneeze and/or blow my nose because of all the dust
Other instructor – severe head cold: almost lost his voice – had to miss a day
Mean boss – in the big city in meetings for two days straight
Nice boss – covering for mean boss with office duties, cleaning with us and cooking because mean boss chased away all the cooks with her meanness
Mean boss’ husband – recovering from a botched bout of home dentistry followed closely by a visit to the real doctor (massive amounts of jaw pain and lack of sleep)
Girl 1 – can’t stop talking about herself and broadway show tunes
Girl 2 – no notes
Girl 3 – no notes
I think I finally understand the term “motley crew”. That would be this remnants of a once-happy work force.
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We’re hoping mean boss is in the big city because she’s getting fired, but I think that dream might be more of a fantasy than reality. I wrote an e-mail to HR* explaining additional reasons why she should be fired.
*I didn’t explain that after the orange-throwing incident, my co-workers used every resource imaginable to report the poor managerial skills of mean boss. As a result, the head of HR drove all the way out to us to meet one on one with us regarding a number of incidents that are potentially “fireable.” She was very nice. We talked about the world series and she let me pet her Labradoodle. I liked her.
Other news: We all went to a rural town of 2000 people in the southeastern part of the state for a Halloween party at our recently fired friend’s parents’ house. We drank a little, dressed up a homemade piñata as Mean Boss and beat her to the point of decapitation with a broken broom handle. We then went dancing at a Mexican restaurant where I put back Bloody Mary’s with authority. And I danced for probably about two hours. We showed up and were the first ones on the dance floor. When we left, it was a party. I was dressed as a Shakesperean actor complete with make-up and I only received one negative (not quite homophobic, but pushing that envelope) comment the entire night. Dancing with good friends after you’re a little liquored up is apparently a lot of fun!
It’s very strange having everyone gone from camp like this. I’m here for just two more days. I guess I should pack at some point. A plus tard!
