Sunday 26th June
12:40pm Oh dear. I seem to have got into a terrible habit of needing a poo at around 12 o’clock. All this boozing at the GC and fried chicken at lunch times is taking its toll. I’m meant to be teaching radio at noon and obviously I can’t leave the kids too long without a co-counselor to cover. I’ll get bollocked if I’m not there. I have to wait until I’m really desperate and then sneak off to the nearest toilet. The trouble is it’s very near, as in about three metres away with the door facing the side of the radio shack. If any of the campers I was teaching came out of the radio shack to look for me, they’d be able to see me through the gap in the door. I have to make them pinky promise to stay in the shack so I don’t get stage fright. Argh, it’s so embarrassing, but it’s one of those poos where you can’t not go. Pooing in the bunk isn’t all that anyway. It’s so quiet in there in the day and there are always kids and counselors coming in and out. My preferred method of disposal is the individual portaloos near the woods – nice, private and peaceful and you don’t get interrupted, so long as you find a quiet time to go.
1:52pm Rebecca and the younger girls’ head counselor have made a chart where they write down the guys they’ve been with so far at camp and what ‘base’ they’ve got to. The results are feral. I think Rebecca might actually just be a slut.
4:48pm Rebecca, her best mate from last year Jo, and me have been so hungover today. Visual arts is definitely the best place to work when you’ve been drinking though. Everyone else has to stand out in the sun all day or work directly with their manager. The visual arts boss just hangs out in silkscreen all the time, which is in the shed down the hill, and she never checks on us. The three of us took it in turns to teach while the other two would sit in the jewellery stock cupboard scrunched up in a ball. I love this place.
Jo told me how much she likes the guy who runs lighting. He’s all right and she’s fun and I think he likes her too, but she’s
not one of the ‘cool’ kids on camp and he’s superficial. He’ll break her heart; he was flirting with me the other day right in front of her when it was obvious she likes him. She’s so lovely and kind and definitely one of those counselors who puts the kids at the centre of whatever she does. Jo’s kids love her; she’s like a real big sister-type counselor. I imagine her and her kids have lots of heart to hearts, and she probably knows everything about them, whereas my kids and me just play and be silly – much more fun.
My campers are so easy to cope with compared with the stories I hear from the other counselors. They do everything I say and they’re so loving and sweet. They just want to hang out together – they’re not interested in boys or escaping the bunk in the middle of the night. I’m terrified for the arrival of the Mean Girls – how will I cope?
7:19pm I went down to the video department to see Jamie to try and make my video postcard earlier. The studio is filled with Macs, recording equipment and TVs, and the kids were sprawled out on mattresses on the floor working on their storyboards. He was sat in the middle of it all at the biggest screen and he swung round in his chair when I came in.
Jamie: “Hey Lucy, what can I do for you?”
Gutted. He was too busy to help me today. It’s nearly the end of the session so he has a backlog of kids’ editing to get through so they can take them home.
Jamie: “Think about what you want to film though and we can go out together next week to do it. I’ll give you some special attention.”
Haha, cue cheeky grin.