11:13pm Went to NYC today to drop one of my campers off – the diamond watch girl who misses her dad – at La Guardia Airport. I felt really proud she’d chosen me to take her out of me, Rebecca and Zoe – we’ve got on so well all this time. I was excited to take her at first, but it was a bit more effort than I realised. We left at 5:30am and when we got there her dad hadn’t booked it properly, which was stressful. She managed to board the plane in the end though.
Driver John is so much fun. We just chatted shit all day about who’s with who at camp and gossiped about the summer. It was a seven-hour round trip so there was plenty of time to chat. He told me that one of the head counselors is getting it on with the receptionist – controversial. And he said it’s rumoured that the dodgy janitor is Earl’s illegitimate love child, haha. I don’t know whether I believe that one.
We had to pick up another camper on the way back, which was rubbish. As soon as she got in the car we had to zip it. Her neighbourhood in New Jersey was incredible. The houses were massive with swimming pools, tennis courts and everything, shame we couldn’t get out for a snoop.
When I got back another one of my campers had left – $30 deposited in the travelling bank, ker-ching! Gutted I haven’t been seeing any of these $1000 tips Rebecca told me about at the start, but I mustn’t be greedy.
I haven’t spoken to or even seen Ben all day. I’m finding it hard to not think about him though – John’s gossip earlier was a great distraction. When I think about it, it always felt like Ben just wanted to protect me and have deep and meaningful chats, which is cool, but I wanted other stuff too. I thought he was being a gentleman, but now I realise he was probably feeling guilty. I don’t want to feel trashy or anything but… Argh I don’t know what I want. If I ever speak to him again I think I’m just going to ask him, how or what he feels. I guess I want him to be a ‘boyfriend’ while I’m here, that’s how I always thought of him before. But then I like to feel free too, although there’s no one else I’m interested in, and now there’s the whole girlfriend thing to factor in too. Argh, I don’t know, I’m going round in circles. I need to talk to Emily.
In other, funnier news: one of the six-year-old kids complained about Cara today. She’d been simulating sex with an inflatable dinosaur and scared the children in the bunk. Pahhaha.
As I lie in bed writing this, little Britney and her bunk buddy are in the top bed next to mine crowded round a mini DVD player. They actually look quite sweet all snuggled up in Britney’s blanket. I’ve changed.