The crew quarters is emptying out, a little more quickly than I would care it to. Yesterday, nine people left- the eight americorps are on their way to a fire out west, and the longtime visitor's services intern has moved to Alligator River NWR.
And then- the two seasonal fire guys have been gone for about a week apiece, so today there will be a whopping three people at the bunkhouse, which is a stark difference from the 5-13 we've had throughout the Summer.
I have plenty of mixed feelings about this.
On one hand, it'll be nice to be able to let my dishes sit in the sink for a day or two and not feel guilty about who needs to use them. On the other hand, I've really come to like the dynamic we've established in the house. Now I have no one to play bananagrams with. :( And no one to talk Vonnegut with. :(( Or Game of Thrones with (which has become a bit of an event in our house recently) :((( So I guess my last two weeks will either fly or creep to a close. At this moment, it's impossible to say which.
Though, this Monday is already dragging. But that's probably my fault.
On Thursday, nine of us swamp people traipsed over to Portsmouth to see the band Mumford and Sons. It was at an outdoor pavilion, and it was incredible. I have always loved going to concerts, and every time I get the chance to see a band I love, the night is quickly cemented into my brain as one of the times in my young adult life. Especially when I make it to the very front, which I always do, heh.
Seriously- the only time I ever dance is when I go to these things.
So it was wonderful, and I took a lengthy weekend to recover from my dancing. Muscles I didn't even know I had ached, and Friday morning I was mildly convinced I had whiplash. Though that didn't stop me from staying up late Thursday, Friday, and Saturday making a ruckus with the rest of the quarters and I probably did more harm to myself than good. Today when my alarm went off, signalling the end of my ruckus-making, I accidentally turned it off instead of hitting snooze.
Freudian slip? I don't doubt it.
I'm not the only person having a hard time getting started today! I was fifteen minutes late into work, shoveling my breakfast down as I walked up to the office, but as I sit here typing this up, my supervisor hasn't wandered in yet. Maybe we should go ahead and call it a day at 8:30?
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