When tomorrow morning comes, I’ll be smiling

I’m back in the real world for another four-day break. I’m afraid perhaps my readers (all three of you) have forgotten about me in my absence, but I’m blogging anyway. Obviously.

I am so incredibly happy and relieved to be on break. The last thirteen days felt like at least a month, and they were the hardest two weeks of my life. To be fair, the last few days were pretty good; then again, my new standard of a good day is that nobody falls off a horse. Sad but true. On top of the injuries, there were my issues with my staff, particularly those of the 17- and 18-year old variety. Whether to their credit or to mine, they improved slightly over the session, but still managed to drive me nuts. One was put in my unit so I could “whip her into shape.” I just didn’t have the energy, I don’t think. Anyway, on the bright side of staffing, my former assistant and best friend ended up coming back to camp five days ago and is staying for most of the rest of the summer. When she’s around, things run much more smoothly and I’m much happier. Oh and also, the lady who owns our horses came the other day to replace two of ours, one of whom was recently blinded in one eye and the other of whom was old and arthritic, with shiny new ones. That was good.

During the last five days, we had visits from both the American Camping Association and the health inspector. The former comes once every three years to decide whether it’s going to re-accredit us, and the latter has the power to shut us down if it sees fit. I had my staff (and myself) working like mad to get ready for them. I had a whole bunch of reorganizing and paperwork to do myself for ACA. But when it came down to it, both our shelter and the tack house were nearly spotless – which is saying a whole lot. The dudes from ACA cornered me in the tack house alone with my two bosses and interviewed me, and although I was freaking out in my head, I ended up speaking quite well about safety and yadayada, and impressed their socks off. I heard later that they thought we were doing a great job and that our tack house was cleaner than some health centers they’d been in (yikes). It doesn’t happen often, but I have to say I was proud of myself. We ended up getting reaccredited and passed the health inspection.

Not sure anybody cares about all that camp drivel. Here’s something more exciting: I’m in San Diego till Monday, and it just happens to be pride weekend here. Holler! My favorite person of the nurse persuasion is flying down tonight, and we’re getting a hotel room, and I’m going to wear flip flops and be clean and queer to my heart’s content. Plus there will be lots of cuddling and drinking. And there are only 18 days of camp left after this.

I still haven’t found an apartment or a job, but meh. Details.

~ by musiclikemercy on July 20, 2007.