Day 8 & Tiredness

It's day 12 of a 14 day marathon before I get a day off of work. Yup, twelve consecutive days to make sure campers and staff get fed on time, and completely. On my "usual" two days off, I had to work the prep shift, 7:30a-4:00p. I was in charge of making sure all the prep for the next couple days' meals got done, so the meals would get made. I laugh at using "usual" in this context, because it's the first week and my schedule hasn't had anything to be "usual" yet in the first place. Wednesday I was needed, but on Thursday I didn't really do anything that wouldn't have gotten done in time.

Sunday mornings are always weird shifts. Breakfast attracts record lows, and lunch is always the biggest single non-camp meal we do. Today we had 42 for breakfast, compared to 150 yesterday morning. I didn't hear the numbers for lunch, but we planned for 550 and had leftovers, so it was probably closer to 450-475. Additionally, the shift is an hour later than the usual weekday shift, adding to the strangeness. But thanks to that extra hour, we were able to clean up and set up the lines for dinner crew before we had to leave. After work I got my gear and went fishing by the dam, but didn't catch anything, nor had any nibbles. I brought my chair along and was nearly falling asleep sitting there, with the reflection of the sun off the water in my eyes. Listening to Ken Graves' podcasts definitely helped stay awake, but I should have just napped instead. However, I resolved to go fishing tomorrow morning. I shall endeavor to try a canoe instead of a rowboat as the preferred method of flotation. We shall see if I emerge from the lake dry tomorrow.