All The Grouchies Up In Hurrr

Fridays make me grouchy.

Correction. Most days make me grouchy.

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I know, I know. How can you be a big ole crank if you're surrounded by laughing children learning about God? And families finding their stride in faith and re-learning how to love each other? Don't get me wrong, I know that Camp is pretty awesome and powerful and life-changing. And I know, I know, that I'm blessed to be part of it.

But for the love of Pete.

My overly-organized perfectionist self doesn't deal well with all the flexibility.

All the "Oh, we also have another three people who decided to come to Camp with us! So we need different housing. Rightthisminute. And we'd like the most luxury housing you have available."

All the "Oh, actually, my child has a severe peanut allergy, thankyouverymuch. You'll have to remove all peanut products from the camp store. No, I didn't call about it in advance."  (They apparently didn't read this post.)


I like to be prepared. I spend hours making door signs and name tags and spreadsheets and invoices. And then the people show up, and it all CHANGES. 

So then I decide not to stress about it. To go with the flow. But the issue there is being flexible makes more work for me, too. And then more people are cranky with me because I didn't have accurate-ish numbers and we're running out of food and three families are sharing one counselor. Sprampfed if I do, Sprampfed if I don't.

But for the most part, I can overlook it. They're just people after all, and people make mistakes. I get that.

This week, though. THIS.WEEK. We gave a full scholarship to a family. That means they don't pay for anything. Not programming, not housing, not even food. They've gotten full scholarships for many years. I know, generosity and all, but really? They haven't paid anything ever? It's over $12,000 in free camp, all added up. That's a lot.

And then they came to my office the other day to complain. First, the counselor running the camp store "wasn't very nice" when they asked for a reduced cost on a t-shirt. And secondly, because they don't eat pork, and the chef didn't know that. So now the cook is providing an alternative menu for this family. (Can't they just not eat the pork and eat salad bar and rolls and green beans instead?!? Apparently not.) AND THEY'RE NOT PAYING FOR ANY OF IT, ANYWAY.

Saying little prayers up in this joint. Because jeez. I'm so far from the love of Christ with these folks, it's not even funny. I'm really trying to channel the "if he asks for your cloak, give him your tunic, as well" thing.

But the wind's a'blowin'. Crab.Bee.