Here's to Day One..

Don't worry, this week is not full of drinking. Not a lot, anyway. 

Week two in Acadia - the gals and I have been walking every day along a bike path that is about two miles round trip. We call it our decompression trek, as we use it to vent about our days and our interactions with fellow camp workers. Most of the time, I don't have a lot to say - I don't work with them all since I'm on night shift. But I interject or provide wisdom when a complaining question arises regarding how to deal with micromanagers or selfish workers. There are many workers that have been here a few years and they get preferential treatment, of course. 

We did not go for margaritas this week, which was wild. We decided as a group that we'd hold off until we get paid, which is next Friday. Then the plan is a standing Margarita 'Monday' to unwind, vent, and have a good time between all of our shifts (our schedules are different so it'll be a joint effort to choose a day during the week where I don't work that night and they're off before 9pm). Then we have our daily walks in the morning when I'm off or vice versa in the afternoon. It's mostly based on our revolving schedules. We had a beer or two, but nothing heavy like margarita nights. 

Good news, though - I'm getting my walks in. I wanted to work on my staircases but the closest gym only has a few treadmills and one weight rack. I know, dire straits out here. I have joined a few Facebook groups of local women to hike or hang with, so I am hopeful. 

Monday to Wednesday was quite boring, but I did get to hangout next door with the young bloods more often than not. Liv, Katie and I would walk the entire bike path and back, then settle in for a documentary in the afternoons. This meant I slept from 8am to 5pm, then stayed up as late as possible after they went to bed to ensure my schedule flip. Working 10p to 8a was going to kill me, I just knew it. 

Wednesday, I'd gotten up around 6:30p and sat outside in the darkening night while I waited on a door dash meal. I was too tired to cook. I was sitting on the steps outside when up walked an entire family of deer. There was a baby and five adults. I am always taken aback when I see how close the wildlife up here gets to our houses. I'm weary about leaving doors open because of the amount of critters out here. They came as close as five feet from me and I was just in awe. 

Thursday was my day One and I was nervous but ready. The quicker I learned the job, the quicker I had nights to edit or finish the trilogy. We would have three hours of work work and seven of nothing, which I planned to fill with writing. I just needed to get the job down first! 

Night one day was very quick, actually. It felt slow from 2am to 3am, but other than that - it flew by. Lisa let us go home before 8 and I crashed immediately. The bay at night was beautiful. The moon was orange and looked like a legit wedge of orange just sitting in the sky. I had to run a few reports, make 150 bags of s'mores, and sweep the lobby. Not too shabby. 

Camp at dawn 

Staying up the next morning until 11 or noon proved to be impossible, so I fell asleep immediately and woke up around 4. I ordered food and went right back to sleep. I needed more layers and colder weather items, but that was going to wait for Sunday - my day off (sadly, Sarah would not shop on this day either). 

Day, or should I say night, two was even less eventful. I pretty much had the job down at that point so I did all of the tasks when they needed to be done and watched the last few episodes of Wednesday on Netflix for the rest of the night. The nightly tasks are all pretty straightforward and easy. The only thing I was worried about were customer requests when I'd have to be away from the front desk and such. I'm sure the ease will come with time. 

Sunday meant a day off and that meant - Margaritas! I slept less than I wanted to, I woke up groggy and mad about it. I hurried over to the young blood house to bring them a drain snake thing (clogged sink) and brought booze with me. I introduced the new guys in my house to Liv and Katie, we drank a little, and then we walked over to Margaritas. Alex was in town, so he met us there. We discovered that we could mad drink the margaritas from the tiny glasses quicker through straws - this was genius, but also a mistake. The girls were drunk by time Alex showed up and thank goodness he drove there and took us back. They were not walking.

                            Sarah (left) Katie (middle) Liv (right) enjoying Margarita pitchers 

We hung out at the young blood house for a little while and then Alex and I excused ourselves to drive out to Acadia and camp for the night. He'd brought his trailer up and was excited for me to see it. It was cute, a little small, but lots of space for what he wanted. He gutted the bed and put in a desk - all he really wanted it for was work, so who am I to judge?

This week felt really short and I am surprised that I've gotten used to night shift so quickly. I am a little apprehensive about working by myself Monday-Wednesday nights, but Lisa and David both said they were only a phone call away, so it shouldn't be too bad. I'm gonna be fine. 

Until next time - drink a few for me ;)