Entry #14.1 / 29th June 2022
To say I had a bad start to the day would be incorrect. I had a groggy start to the day – completely out of it. My brain wasn’t yet used to waking up at such an early hour, even if it was necessary; it took forever for it to fully awaken. I am definitely not a morning person, I thought warily as I greedily drank my tea.
Monday and Tuesday weren’t so bad when I woke up. But Wednesday has always been an enemy of mine. There was a reason why I asked for Wednesdays off at my previous job – it was the middle of the week. The hell in the middle. The what day of the week. I despised Wednesdays.
That was probably why I woke up feeling like a mummy coming to life. Alongside the exhaustion from the long days at camp, I was physically drained from trying to keep up with everything.
Janette laughed as she saw me that morning in the school bus, head up against the seat in front of me. “Alright there?”
I groaned, feeling my whole being dragged back into the pits of sleep without my direct permission. “Is it too late to call a sicky?”
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I managed to wake up more by the time my morning job finished and made my way to the bunks. Unfortunately, I found out that this was the day I would be solo with eighteen kids. My group leader (my boss) and I thought it would be the last day I would have both of the assistances with me, but it turns out that was yesterday.
Of course it would happen on a Wednesday.
‘Wednesday’s child is full of woe.’
Good thing I was born on a Friday then.
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Remember the first day – when I said it was a long but good day? I remember how I returned to dining tents later that evening, tired but feeling food, and hearing all the complaints of other internationals about their hectic day thinking to myself: what are you all talking about?
Turns out, they weren’t wrong.
It must be the universe’s way of a practical joke – to have my first day on the third day.
On a Wednesday.
After Care managed to cheer me up afterwards, but the deep-rooted exhaustion fully wacked me when I entered the dining tents and plopped myself next to Janette at one of the tables.
Both Janette and Ryan laughed as my head flopped down onto the table. “Long day?” Ryan was brave enough to ask.
“Longer than the last two days.” I mumbled; my eyes closed as my forehead rested uncomfortably on the table. “Ugh… I hate Wednesdays.”
Janette snorted. “I feel you there.”
“Oh,” Ryan began and I snuck a glance towards him to see him staring out to something behind me. “The dinners are coming out, I’ll get ours.” He then paused in getting up, “do you want me to get yours Rose?”
“Please…” A yawn took over then, prompting both of them to laugh again, with Janette patting me on the back.
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