Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall, Humpty Dumpty made a stupid ass phone call.

It's been one of those days. The past two days have been "one of those days" to be correct. It all began yesterday around 4 p.m. when the campers began checking in. Moms and Dads clad in Nascar tye dye knee length shirts and Wal Mart cargos made the trek from all over the beautiful state of Kansas to bring their talented teens to a lovely interstate Holiday Inn in hopes of setting them on the path to success. Young brothers and sisters made their tearful good byes to their older siblings for the week, and then smiled as they strolled out knowing they would have a free week to raid the tortured artists' room to steal rainbow wrist bands, chain hanging pants and Greenday shirts which did not make the camp attire cut for the sibling. I'll tell you this much, the "starving artist" is no more. The younger generation prefers Dorito and Taco Bell binges as opposed to hunger strikes as the new hot thing in the art world. Well good for them is what I say. So beyond that, once the campers were on their own we proceeded to play awkward intro games in an attempt to get the socially challenged kiddos to mingle. The Aaron Carter of the group established himself as the hottie of the week flirting with every girl and boy- although being the hottie of this group isn't exactly a huge accomplishment.
This is probably the one week out of the year when I am forced to work along side actual "co workers" and I don't care for it one bit. It's not nearly as fun as The Office makes it to be. I would even settle for Angela as this point. My motto is simple, work smart not hard. Now a particular person I am forced to work along side this week motto appears to be "make lists and copies of every paper and stress over every tiny detail that really has nothing to do with us but insist it does and try to make us work twice as hard as we really should have to and call the boss and tattle in case other co workers don't do exactly what I say," or something along those lines I think. I don't deal well with shit like this. I don't deal with someone feeling the need to delegate jobs that have nothing more to do with sitting in a room just for the sake of "being there." I don't deal well with little cowards telling me it's fine if I choose not to participate in "pool fun" and then proceed to call my boss behind my back like a candy ass. Sorry Humpty Dumpty, go knark on someone else. Whooo. That was a much needed rant. I just have such a problem with people who lack a backbone and choose to fight their fights behind a wall. Three more dayssssss. Three more days.