This Town Ain't Big Enough

When I chose my job, I based a lot of it on the fact that I was going to be so close to home. It only takes three minutes; five if there is bumper to bumper traffic. However, One thing I didn't factor in to this decision is the chances of bumping into my fellow counselors! I work with only 2 other Americans: one from Clifton Park and one from Michigan. From there, it breaks down like this:
1 from Kazakhstan
1 from Korea
1 from Poland
4 from Scotland
5 from Wales/England
5 from Russia.
Therefore, these people really cant GO anywhere when we don't work on the weekends. There has not been a single weekend when I haven't run into them walking down the street from Dollar General, or checking their email at the library, or walking down Scotch Bush to a yard sale like 10 miles away! Now don't get me wrong, I love these people who think Walmart is heaven and Stewarts (aka "The Shop") is practically the most amazing thing on earth. I love them, but in the famous words of Woody the Cowboy, "this town ain't big enough for the [24] of us."

What Erin Would Do.

Erin Brooksby Wilson has kindly pointed out to me on this very night, that it has been a long time since I have posted a blog. I feel the need to remind that I work from Sunday at 11 am until Friday at 3 (that includes nights) at an isolated camp in the woods, so my blogging time is often very limited. But here are some quick updates:

-Eric got home last Wednesday!! it has been so nice to have him home...even though he steals my car.....
-My birthday was Monday! woot woot!! 19!! That has to be the most boring age ever. There is nothing exciting. Although, it probably won't be as bad as 15. now THAT sucked.
-I hate work. Just kidding, I like it, but dang it's a lot of time/not enough money! I am scared to figure out how much money I get paid per hour because I know its going to be a number that will make me want to stick my head through a wall because of all the work I do. 3 more weeks.....
-For the record, my brother has been home for a week and a half now and we have not yet had a full family dinner. That's 90% my fault, but I prefer to blame Scott, who ran off and decided to get a job at SPAC when he is only 16. Who does that?!?! Gosh, when I was 16, all I wanted to do was date on a Saturday night, not work a concert! kids these days.
-I have 6-8 weeks to get myself fingerprinted, get a federal and state background check, and a drug screening for the nursing program. That should be fun. Not.
-Our trip to Salem at the beginning of August sounds like it is going to be a short one. That sucks. Big time. Everyone else only wants to be there 4 days or something like that. I know you would think 4 days in a town 10 miles across would be more than enough, but I think 4 WEEKS sounds about right. Too bad I am seriously outnumbered.
-And oh yes, I am still single. This is getting ridiculous now. SOMEONE FIX THAT FOR ME!

That's probably it. My life is truly not that exciting. That's the REAL reason I haven't blogged yet. Forget this whole "no time" thing. That's just a cover. Which I plan on using until I have something totally brilliant happen to me which I will immediately blog. Because that's what Erin would do.