i miss the noise of the woods. the cicadas at night and the crickets and the occasional wind rushing through trees or if it’s raining the pitter patter of the raindrops hitting the tent canvas and the whip-poor-wills and the morning doves and everything
Every time my boss brings up something new or asks a question about something we do, I get to regurgitate Girl Scout lore that even her boss doesn’t know.
Me to membership manager: So how many troop do y'all usually make in a month?
Manager: well, it depends, but we made 48 new troops last year.
Me: Sooooo, my goal of making 20 new troops in the next 2 months isn’t realistic?
Manager: *stares*
Hey y'all, well, it’s been a wild month. I was supervising a FT staff member, last week was her last week, and now I’ve been informed that we aren’t replacing her. I will take on 6 troops (like as the leader), all the admin work, curriculum writing, and recruitment from her job, plus all of my old job, plus all the new elements of my promotion this fall.
In other news, I did a recorded interview last weekend. Not connected at all…
We’ll see what pans out. I would have a really hard time leaving Girl Scouts, though I know that I wouldn’t truly be leaving, I’d come back to volunteer or be a event staff or whatever.
I tried to explain the guilt I would feel, leaving [council] in the state I would leave it in. Because they would absolutely need to cancel things, or significantly decrease them. And I know I’m not the only person considering leaving.
If the entire program team quits, what will they do?
Anyway, that wasn’t the point of this point. The point is that things are actually not horrible. Things feel doable. I’m exhausted, but I’m going to trade cookies for troops, and still get it all done.
I am grateful that my boss seems eager (and actually willing) to help. A welcome change.
I’m doing my best in a mess of a situation and everything will be ok.
platform tents my beloved
Me: sitting in a meeting where I am highly nervous
My cat: jumps into my lap
Me: sweet, kitty snuggles for soothing
Demon cat friend: plops in my lap and starts smacking my chin, then claws on to me when I try to remove him
I’m gonna start a jar.
It’s called the sewing badge jar.
And every time someone asks me about the “sewing badge” (hint: there is one (1) badge for 9-10th graders that could maaaaaybe be considered sewing/sewing-adjacent), I will add a quarter.
And when I finally get a new job, I’m going to buy so much ice cream with my quarters.
I have to cold call people tomorrow (for work) and the social anxious gremlin in my brain is already howling about it.
My camp/council is currently experiencing an uptick in parents being like, oh, we don’t allow sleepovers in any way. Not that this is new, there’s always been parents who are like that, but since COVID there are more.
Is your camp also experiencing this?
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I’m unsure, but I do work at camp
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