I hate the feeling that if I don’t do it, it won’t get done.

Even worse, is that I know it’s true.

Because it’s been proven time and time again.

I need a break too sometimes.

And I’d love just to leave it alone, and say fuck it. But I can’t. Because we’ve worked too hard to let it come to that. I know no one’s making me do this, but why put all this work into it and let it all go over a few down days where you just feel like relaxing? Which is the exact reason why day after day, you see things done. Despite the fact that on many days, there are other things I would prefer to spend my time on. A few things have already slipped, because quite frankly I can’t continue to do everything I do all on my own. And even if I do ask for help, so few people respond that we never go anywhere. Or it’s a half-assed response that doesn’t actually help alleviate the situation.

Despite what may be popular belief, I do do a lot of other things. I’m tired too. I have other things too.

I’m not the kind of person who’s going to bother someone and ask them to do something they’re so obviously not interested in helping with.

So here I am, stuck again. It’s a great feeling.

Especially when everyone else seems to be okay with taking weeks or months off. I wish I felt okay with doing that.

Sometimes I think maybe we should just drop it. Part of me feels like it’s totally worth it, and the other part tells me I’m lying to myself.

If you feel like it’s necessary to roll your eyes at this, go for it. But you know how eventually, you reach that breaking point of frustration and you just need to vent? I reached that point about a week ago. I’m finally venting.

Last night Melinda reminded me that I hadn’t really updated my blog in a while.

And, I really haven’t. Not with anything of substance anyways.

But mostly, it’s because there’s not that much to say. Everything has fallen into the same old routine, and while I’m getting quite sick and tired of it, I know I just have to stick it out for a little while longer. I think sometimes I make it sound like I don’t appreciate the job that Jim gave me at the campground, but I do. I really, really do. I think I’d be going batshit insane if I didn’t have anything besides piano teaching.

Not that I don’t love teaching my kids, it’s just that it’s only two nights a week for four or so hours, which, really isn’t that long. Although admittedly, some nights seemmuch longer than others, haha.

I feel lately like I’m being disappointed by a lot of people. Which, really isn’t their fault because I guess I expect too much. So, maybe it’s best not to expect anything at all. Then you’ll never be disappointed and only pleasantly surprised.

Unfortunately, that’s much easier said than done.

A lot of people haven’t been around as of late, for various reasons so it’s kind of lonely sometimes. I’m sure that things will return to normal before I know it, but it’s hard not to dwell on sometimes.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I get extremely uncomfortable messaging or contacting people first. With the exception of about ten or so people, I generally refuse to do it. Despite the reasons. I hate calling places, but I’m okay if someone calls me. I have no idea where I developed this from… It kind of bothers me too, because I do wish I could be more outgoing than I am. I’m just really shy and there’s pretty much no reason or need for it.

Anyways, that’s enough of that.

Aki … drove me absolutely crazy this morning.

To the point where I honestly thought of frying her up in a pan. There’s this … thing, that has four sides, all mirrors, and a bell dangling from it. She sat there for hours just hitting it. Tap tap tap. Ding ding ding. Tap tap tap. Ding ding ding. Tap. Ding. Tap tap. Ding ding.

My god I thought I was going to lose it. So I yelled at her and she stopped for about a minute, them moved to the other toy, which is circular mirrors and continued the same thing. She woke me up at about 7:30am with this.

I was less than impressed.

Work at four today. Nicole didn’t come on Monday, so she’ll be coming today instead. That makes my night almost full, except for half an hour, which really could have been booked yesterday, so who knows. I hope everyone shows up, it makes the night go so much faster.

So you know, when you reach a point in something (and it really could be anything, a relationship, a job, a project) where you start to think, why the hell should I even bother?

Where you know that despite your most valiant efforts, you’re going to get cut down regardless of what you do. Rejected, insulted or maybe never even noticed. But whatever form it comes in, when you start to realize it’s coming you start to wonder if it’s all actually worth it in the long run.

There are a few things I’m feeling like that about right now.

Unfortunately, I’m way too emotional and I take pretty much every single thing to heart. It’s not that I mean to, but I guess that I’m just built that way (which, I hate saying). I suppose I could always try to change; grow a thicker skin and what not, but it just never seems to work out like that.

There are so many things I wish I had the guts to say to you. Mainly because I’m tired of having regrets and if I said them, I’d have no reason to regret it later and no reason to think about all the what-if’s. But in my mind the outcome has already been constructed (which, of course doesn’t make it true but it’s hard to get around) and I’m sure we all know what that outcome would be.

I just really can’t handle going through something like that again. I’m not really built for that kind of drama and stress. I don’t particularly enjoy conflict.

People need to relax and stop acting like there’s something shoved up their ass all the time. I mean seriously, how do you get off on being a complete jerk to someone for no real reason other than you can’t find anything better to do with your time. I swear this world is made up of people like my neighbour and it feels like they’re all coming out of the woodwork at once.

Despite the fact that I’m not working in the office, if the campground line rings and I’m near the phone, I answer it.

I mean why not, right?

For some reason, a bunch of people decided to call the campground line today. One was a telemarketer who I was pretty rude to and thinking back on it I feel kind of bad, because she’s just doing her job. But this particular company calls at times, three times a week in the summer. They ask for my boss and when we say he’s not there, they try to sell whoever answered the phone their product (cell phone).

So she started her spiel, after I had told her he wasn’t there, and I cut her off and said, “Sorry but I’m not interested”. She asked why I wasn’t interested, did I have a cell phone already? And I said, “Honestly, you guys call us all the time in the summer. It’s really annoying and I’m just not interested”.

Then I hung up. It just gets so irritating.

Then I had another gem. Which made me go, Ahh, the good old campground days. It went a little something like this (doesn’t that make it seem like I’m going to break out into song?).

Me: Hello, [campground name]
Him: Hi… are you still open?
Me: No, unfortunately we’re not. We closed on October 15th.
Him: Oh I see.
Me: Yeah…
Him: Well, could I stay there for just one night?
Me: O_O We’re closed for the season.
Him: Yeah, but don’t really need anything. No water or sewer, just electric.
Me: … we’re closed for the season. The electric is shut off.
Him: I just need one night though.
Me: I’m sorry, but we’re all closed up.
Him: Well, do you know of anywhere else I could stay?
Me: *asks Nicole* You can try [campground name].
Him: Where are they?
Me: [Tells location]
Him: Do you have their number?
Me: … No I don’t. But their website is [address].
Him: Oh okay… thanks.

He wasn’t really rude to me or anything, but why would we open the campground for one night just because you want to come camping. Does that make sense? No, no it doesn’t. It doesn’t at all actually.

I had another lady call and ask when we closed. I told her October 15th, and she said Oh… Oh! That’s already passed! Haha. It was cute.

But seriously, people who a) keep asking if they can come when I’ve already told them we’re closed and b) ask me details about other campgrounds when I obviously do not work at those campgrounds annoy me.

In good news, I got my new DSL modem. It’s a newer model, smaller and really hot. I love it.

You know how we’re in like this on-going combat with my next door neighbour basically because she’s a huge bitch for no apparent reason whatsoever?

WELL.

In case you forgot, we share a driveway. So, she put this metal stake thing into her garden ON THE VERY EDGE of the stone part of the driveway, to make it extra difficult to back up. If you’re not careful, you’ll scratch your car on it, and because she doesn’t use her garage anymore (she only parks on the street now) it doesn’t affect her.

Basically, she did it just to be annoying and ridiculous.

So last week, my dad goes and removes it. -_-
You should have seen her working to get this thing in the ground to begin with (I only saw her because she woke me up hammering on it, and I went to investigate the sound). I have no idea how long it took my dad to get it out, but he took it out and took the metal rod thing.

She calls. No one’s home so she leaves a message on the answering machine. I’m pretty sure she waited until no one was home because she’s too petty to actually have a real face to face confrontation to work something out. She also won’t answer my questions. One time, she called to say MOVE YOUR VEHICLE and I asked her why, and she wouldn’t answer me. She said, because it’s blocking the driveway. And I said, oh, did you need to get in? And she just said MOVE IT.

Anyways, the message was basically like I WANT MY METAL STICK THING BACK (although she called it by what it’s actually called) and to ZOMG NEVER TOUCH HER PROPERTY AGAIN.

She needs to grow up and get a life.
This has gone far past the point of ridiculous.
And what amazes me, is that there are still people who exist in this world who think she’s a ‘good person’.

Good person my ass. She may have adopted three little girls from China, but that doesn’t make up for having a shitty personality which makes living beside her a living hell.

The end.

People never fail to amaze me — in both good and bad ways. Unfortunately, this particular blog post is about some idiot who was a total douchebag leaving me far less than impressed.

So yesterday I’m at the campground. I barely made it here on time (okay, so I was two minutes late) because I had overslept, I looked and felt like complete ass because I had hardly slept, and it just so happens that the one day in the off season when I’m late, some guy is standing at the front door. Whatever. He wasn’t mad or anything.

That’s how my day started. It wasn’t a particularly bad day, no one complained and most of the customers were really nice. My mum came at about 10:30 and brought me Starbucks and cereal which was a nice treat.

Shortly after this guy comes in and asks if he could have a late checkout. I asked him what time he was thinking of staying until, and he said around 3:00pm. I tod him that was a little too late for a late checkout (because checkout is normally at 11:00) and that we usually do 1:00 or maybe 2:00 at the very latest.

He said no problem, he could be out by 2:00. He was on site 158.

At about 2:30 two couples come to check in. These people are full of win and they’re super nice and really friendly. They had sites 509 and 158. The lady on 158 comes down to the office shortly after they checked in because someone was on her site. She said they just moved to 159 but I had to tell her we couldn’t do that beacuse someone had already rented that site, but had just pulled out for the day.

My boss went up there to check it out. Maybe the guy from 159 had accidentally gone on the wrong site. So he goes up there and the guy was the same one who came in earlier to ask for a late checkout. He said he had talked to me, and I said it was okay.

Ummmmmm.

I HAD SAID CHECKING OUT BY 2:00 AT THE LATEST WAS OKAY. By this time it was almost 3:00.

Anyways, he says he’s going to leave now. So he pulled off the site and the awesome lady got it.

At around 4:15 the two ladies came back to look around in the store. They tell me that that jackass pulled off of 158 and into 157 and only left about 10 minutes ago. AROUND 4:00.

Seriously, who does that? Why did he even bother coming to ask me in the first place if he was just going to do whatever the hell he wanted anyways?

They said that they sat at their picnic table and glared at him, hoping he would get the hint. Hahaha.

But really, what a stupid thing to do. If you wanted to have stayed, you could have paid for half a day. I think it’s almost worse that he came down here to talk to me about it and then deliberately stayed later regardless, especially after he was caught.

I’m sorry, but I think it’s incredibly rude if you go somewhere, figure it’s not really the place for you and then ask the person working there for specifics and directions to their competition.

This is what just happened.

This lady came in and asked if we had a swimming pool. I said we did, but it’s closed for the season so she asked if we had an indoor pool or anything like that. We don’t, so I told her that.

Then she asks me if I know if any of the campgrounds around here have indoor pools.

What the hell, does it look like I work at all the other campgrounds? No. Because I’m quite obviously employed here. 

I told her there’s one that I think might, but I wasn’t sure because I had never been there. So she asks me where it is and I told her the street it’s on. Then she goes, “Well, how do I get there?” and sees the maps we have on the ledge of the counter. “Oh, here’s a map. Here, show me how to get there”. 

:/

I think that’s really rude.

Holy crap.

If I hear the Flintstones theme song from the ride that we have in the arcade one more time, I’m going to go bat shit insane.

There was a massive storm here today.
It was crazy. I said to Amanda, it was like a shower… totally meaning it looked like what comes out of a shower head, that kind of constant intense stream of water.

The roof leaked yet again, which you know, is great. And of course people feel the need to come into the store when it’s pouring out and track water alllll throughout the shop.

It’s kind of like their need to put their hands on freshly cleaned glass.
It’s obnoxious.

And for some reason, when people buy like two things that are easy to carry and want a bag for it, I want to say something like DON’T BE LAME AND CARRY IT YOURSELF. I’d never say that, and sometimes I even ask for a bag for only a couple of things so I have no idea why I feel that way… it’s just some anger issues that boil up. Haha.

Okay I’m going to go to bed soon but I have to post this beacuse I think I’m going to scratch my ankle off.

Last night there must have been some nasty bug in the store, because I have about six bites all over my ankle. They’re really sore and it’s not just from scratching them, and they don’t all seem like normal mosquito bites.

Amanda has a bunch on her ankles too, so it was just in there feasting away.

I’ve tried everything I can think of to make the itching stop.

Anyone know of anything that would work!? I can’t handle it. ~_~