sorcyress | (no subject)

Soyeah.

I'm working at Target these days. Yeah, it sucks. I have fully entered the disillusioned worker stage. If you have it, go watch "Mannys First Day" (The second episode of Black Books). Fran's expression just prior to her saying "I haven't slept with you...and you're NOT trying to freak me out..." is exactly how I feel.

Day camp is not bad, besides the fact that I have a unit full of additude. Luckily, the two prep girls who I thought I would not at all get along with are not that bad --one of them was attempting to teach me ghetto slang (I am apparently never to use the phrase "gettin' busy" --she didn't exactly explain why) and the two of them can pretty much just entertain each other.

The complete demon child, who has been trying to outstubborn me by completely ignoring everything I say and not talking to me has gotten better. Plus, whatever. So she's not talking to me --that makes my job easier.

And then we had thunder, and got herded into Peterson. Fine, whatever. Songs could amuse the girls, the girls could amuse myself, and Veronica is an adapt at taking charge of large groups of people. I myself decided to be an adapt at herding girls through the bathroom, and while I was holed up in there, all the Quartermaster girls (The cool kids at camp) and Blue Canary, dissapeared.

Fine. Whatever.

And then, Blue FINALLY came back, babbling something about PickPocket hurting her arm. Whatever, drama.

And I popped in on PickPocket, and she seemed hurt but being taken care of, and I popped back out and Blue grabbed me and hugged me and started crying on my shoulder and just generally needing to be held.

Blue...doesn't cry on shoulders. She's damnably closed off, unfortunately. As Kawa and Wolf wandered through and joined our "ohshitohshit sobfest" in the corner, I began to get the whole Something Is Wrong vibe.

The worst part of people you care about being hurt is being helpless to fix them. God, that sucks.

So, long story short (Too late!) Pickpocket got dragged off in an Ambulance. She's fine, and will return to camp safe, sound, and with a cast on her arm tomorrow.

Soyeah. That's my life. Poke me if you need an explanation of any of the campy terms.

Love and such
~Kat

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Not bad? With a unit full of attitude and an ambulance ride for a friend? Sheesh! And I thought *I* was good at making crappy days sound bearable.

Here's hoping for a nicer tomorrow ...

So I get to the hospital and start breaking down crying for no damn reason. I promptly stop five minutes later, and wonder what all that was about.

Apparently, that was my addition to the sobfest. I also feel really shitty for scaring you all.

//to be an adapt//

The word you're looking for is "adept," an adverb ("to be adept").

Sorry. It bugged me. :P

Woo on the job disillusionment though. I don't think I've ever heard of someone getting it quite so fast as you.

Also, to cheer you (and everyone else, I guess) up, I'll be at camp all day Friday, probably all day Thursday (if not, a significant chunk at least), and possibly even some of tomorrow. So be happy, 'cause I'm just about the greatest damn thing in the world, and I'm coming to visit. ;)

"gettin' busy" . . .

*snrk*

What happened with the arm?

" If you have it, go watch "Mannys First Day" (The second episode of Black Books). Fran's expression just prior to her saying "I haven't slept with you...and you're NOT trying to freak me out..." is exactly how I feel."

i don't, but by a fanTAStic coincidence, that's one of the things Rtizy made me watch when i was stalking her (albeit briefly) in her home a couple of weeks ago... got through the first few episodes... and i even vaguely remember the expressions you are talking about ... mainly 'cause i loved all of Fran's expressions! ;D