It’s been nothing but big, bold, colorful fireworks here today.

From people screaming (literally- SCREAMING), “Get the *#&% (Insert: F-Bomb) out of my office!” at coworkers,

to yelling, “I don’t have to take this *#&@ (Insert: S-Bomb) directly to our managers.

Hmm… do you spell the s-bomb word like this: *#&@ ? Is there a certain way to spell expletives? Like a book of punctuations that equal naughty words?… I should do spell check… ha ha, I would laugh my freaking butt off if it came up saying I spelled *#&@ wrong and suggested another way.

Ahhh, another lovely day in the life at summer camp.

Did you guys know I call my workplace summer camp? I don’t think I’ve ever told you guys that. As you already know- it’s far from arts and crafts and ghost stories by the fire. Summer Camp is just a way to make myself laugh a little each day I have to stand at attention as Revelry is played.

And yes, we’re seriously supposed to do that.

Another day at summer camp.

I mean, there really are a lot of parallels.

You have to get up at the freaking crack of dawn,

It’s hotter than a cat in heat,

And your camp counselors are always getting on your nerves!

If you so choose, you can eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner at the lovely camp dining facilities- with the loooong tables just like at summer camp. Hmm- the eggs even taste exactly like the stuff we used to have back then too!

The list goes on and on.

Anyway- back to the Summer Camp fireworks show…

As soon as the yelling match was over, it was silent in our office and I had to laugh- which is probably the worst reaction EVER.

Why? Why the laugh, Brittny?!

I do that when Will and I are arguing sometimes too. It must be sort of a nervous laugh thing- not a funny- ha ha sort of laugh.

Although… if I’m honest… today was a teensy bit funny-ha ha.

Anyway, it got all quiet and I laughed and simply said, “You see that? THAT is why we need a day off!”

Ha ha. What a way to break the awkward tension- right?

Seriously though! We’re all exhausted. We’re so understaffed it’s not even funny, and we’ve got enough work for a staff double our size. We’re tired, we’re stressed, and we’re at our breaking point. We’ve been working non stop and have been around each other way too much. We need a break!

Today’s wisdom: No days off lead to yelling matches,

And no amount of hand holding and kum-bai-yah singing is going to solve it until we get a few days the heck away from each other!

But no one asks me…

Therefore- I blog.

I find the whole event a little funnier as each hour of the day wanes onward. It’s not funny- really- it’s not…

But it so is.

Anyway, I wish you guys were here. Tomorrow is culottes day and we’re going to make paper mache hats and then decorate them with glitter and buttons!