I just had one of the most disgusting jobs in the world: trash detail. Amie came into my room while we were all cleaning up Jacobs (the girls' dorm) for the new kids' arrival this afternoon, and said, "Hey Jess, we have to take all that trash in the foyer down to the Dumpster, and there's a whole lot of it, so could you go down and get a golf cart, since you're like the only one who can drive it?" Since Amie is, technically, my immediate superior (waterfront director), I obeyed without thinking, realizing only once I had the golf cart back at Jacobs and was staring at the huge mound of trash bags (with no other counselors anywhere to be found, of course) that Amie is also over 21, and could easily have done the job herself.

Well, I might have been suckered into driving the cart, but I wasn't going to do the whole thing alone. I slung as many boxes and bags as I could onto the cart, then went down the hall and hunted down some people, telling them I needed someone to ride on the back of the cart and make sure things didn't fall off. (Which was true.) Ali finally consented to come with me, and we made three trips down to the Dumpster, slinging trash bags into the compartment and running the compressor to make room for more. The breaking point for me was when I slung a bag up and got a spray of 'garbage juice' right in the face. Yummy.

Anyway, that's over and done with now, and we're waiting for the kids to arrive, which should start happening around noon. My session looks like this:

Monday: call VW and attempt to secure a free repair
Tuesday: call Camp Laurel and attempt to secure a job
Wednesday: night off
Thursday: on duty till 1am
Friday: late wakeup, beach trip, movie, and dinner
Saturday: day off
Sunday: on duty till 1am
Monday: bowling trip
Tuesday: nothing special
Wednesday: night off
Thursday: on duty till 1am
Friday: last day of activities
Saturday: kids leave, staff clean up all day, then party
Sunday: I am OUTTA HERE at 9am!

Can I just say that I almost laughed in Craig's face when he stood up in front of all of us and said, "Someone will be coming around to you in the next couple of days to get your entree preference for the staff party - if you'd prefer lobster or steak." Lobster or steak?! This is Maine, but still. Geez.