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the office | accepting!!
@summerstealthβ sent:Β β i am not gonna give up that easy. iβm gonna make this way harder than it needs to be. β for Kayla!!
βYou? Giving up? Pfff, thought hadnβt crossed my mind.β Now making things harder than necessary seemed rather taxing, especially on children going to camp, but who was she to question it? She was no expert here, this whole camp counsellor job was new, and sheβd been promised the more experienced counsellors would show her the ropes. Gathering up the items to be scavenged, she placed them inside a basket theyβd use to carry to each location. βSo tell me, what are we going to do to make this hunt a little trickier for the kids? Are there going to be challenges along the way? Doing a task leads to finding the treasure they seek or whatever, that kind of thing? Did they give us ideas, or are you going toβ¦ wing it off the top of your head?β
Β Β Β Was she being a little petulant? Maybe. But Deb was getting tired of the way things were being run at the camp. So many of the other counselors were off partying and doing whatever they wanted while ignoring the things that needed to be set up and fixed. Kenny was meant to be in charge of things, but she hadnβt seen him in hours, leaving her to clean up the mess along the way. So after spending the afternoon doing multiple peoplesβ jobs and having ninety percent of things go wrong she was more than just a little fed up. At least she could still count on Kay.
Β Β Β βThe memo left for me literally just saidΒ βscavenger huntβ. Except it was spelled wrong and I think someone spilled something on it. If I left it up to half of these people the whole thing would be over in five minutes, and no matter how frustrated I get Iβm not going to just throw something together for the sake of checking things off the list. I might not have it planned out, but thatβs what Iβve got you for, right? We can figure it out together.β And pin the blame on Kenny if it all ended up going to hell.
Β Β Β Heaving a sigh, Deborah pulled open the door to the maintenance shed, feeling blindly against the wall for a light switch. Finding none, She reached into her own basket for the flashlight she had brought with her, clicking it on and peering into the darkness.Β βItβs not that late; why are all the lights off already...?β















