Extreme camping

Camping in the desert...

highs in the 90's and lows in the 60's

sun, sun and more sun

shade is a premium 

ice is to die for

watch out for heat stroke!

lizards everywhere

sand in your shoes

homemade ice cream and naps in the city park

beautiful formations

miles and miles of hiking

pictographs and dino prints

great friends

Camping in the mountains...

Last minute location change of the family reunion 

(Logan canyon was closed due to flooding)

Is that snow on the ground?

Man, that river is high.

green pine trees all around

highs in the 60's and lows in the 30's

see your breath at night

sit in the sun all day 'cause the shade is too cold

Rain, rain and more rain

Watch out for hypothermia!

Mud, mud and more mud

Pick up some more tips from the best Dutch oven cooks (my cousins)

See our backyard...all the camping gear is drying out

Wasn't too bad

I had another talk with the district ladies. There were three of them. I appreciated that they explored the issues without making a judgement on either side. I'm sure that when they talk to the manager she'll talk her way out of any trouble, but at least I tried. It's enough that I know what she is, and I'm out of it. I keep telling myself that all of this was caused by her bad attitude and impatience and pride. After explaining why I didn't feel I could come to the district for help, the thought that keeps surfacing is, "Why didn't she go to the district for help?" Probably because she didn't want help. 

The district ladies encouraged me to apply for new positions. I asked specifically if they would tell other managers about this when I apply. They said no. 

So, now that the stress is going to get better, I'll revamp my eating. I've been eating just for survival and not making the best choices. I'll get that turned around soon.

Sleepless nights

The district supervisor emailed later yesterday to say she wants to meet next Thursday because she has more questions.

After yet another sleepless night over this issue (I've lost more sleep since January than in my entire life), I decided that I'm tired of getting abused. I'm tired of having to deal with abusers. I'm tired of trying to do something about it to make things better for the next person and getting no where.

If those ladies in the district office can't recognize abusive behavior when it is spelled out for them, then I don't want to work for them. I can't meet with them Thursday because I am taking my van to the mechanic for a follow up check up and I don't know how long it will take. They will just have to rely on phone calls or email.

Also, because we are going on vacation the next day and the last thing I want is more drama and sleepless nights to ruin my vacation.

I'm done. Fed up. Finished.

The Irony

I could have let the district think that I left the job because of a family issue and I would have stood a chance at a similar position at another school.

But since I let them know I had problems with the manager at my old school, didn't try to work it out months ago, and left the job with only 24 hours notice when I couldn't take her abuse anymore, I pretty much have no chance.

Oh, well. I can sub as long as I want, and I have all summer to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. I think I'm burned out on food service anyway.