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So okay. We got to the YMCA, and there were still spaces available. I filled out the forms and asked if I could pro-rate the fee, as she'd only be there two days. So the front desk guy paged the camp people, and we waited.
And we waited.
And fifteen minutes later, he paged them again.
And we waited.
And *finally* the bimbo in charge responded. No pro-rating. $155 for two days of camp. Two days. Bloody hell. But hey, I have no choice. So I glare daggers and write the check. (I'll probably send her Wednesday as well - try to get another fraction of our money's worth.)
They need her immunization paperwork. We try to photocopy it. Copy machine is broken. I tell them I'll bring them copies this afternoon.
It's now 7:30 and I'm getting antsy, as if I can't get a parking spot in front of my building, I have to park at the garage that will take me an additional 5-10 minutes to get to and about 15 minutes to get to my office from. I ask where we drop her off. Back parking lot. As Bill Cosby says, "Obie-kaybie."
We go to the parking lot. There is a line at the sign-in table, and none of the staff seem to know what the hell they're doing, which clipboard is for which camp, etc. Which is not encouraging. But then... we see Miss D. A familiar face. Miss D. is the coordinator for the after-school-care program at Elayna's school. Miss D. doesn't know what the hell *she's* doing, either, but at least there's someone here who knows my kid. So we sign in, go upstairs... all the kids from all the camps are mingling in a gym, waiting to split up at 9 (camp runs from 9-4). No one there Elayna knows, unfortunately. We hug her, we kiss her, we leave her standing in the gym staring forlornly.
So. 7:45. Got to work. Parking lot? Still mostly empty. I thank any and all gods that may be listening, as this also means that I can maybe sleep in a little during the summer and still get to work on time. So I am here at work, hoping like hell that that camp is not as much a clusterfuck as it appears to be.
And we waited.
And fifteen minutes later, he paged them again.
And we waited.
And *finally* the bimbo in charge responded. No pro-rating. $155 for two days of camp. Two days. Bloody hell. But hey, I have no choice. So I glare daggers and write the check. (I'll probably send her Wednesday as well - try to get another fraction of our money's worth.)
They need her immunization paperwork. We try to photocopy it. Copy machine is broken. I tell them I'll bring them copies this afternoon.
It's now 7:30 and I'm getting antsy, as if I can't get a parking spot in front of my building, I have to park at the garage that will take me an additional 5-10 minutes to get to and about 15 minutes to get to my office from. I ask where we drop her off. Back parking lot. As Bill Cosby says, "Obie-kaybie."
We go to the parking lot. There is a line at the sign-in table, and none of the staff seem to know what the hell they're doing, which clipboard is for which camp, etc. Which is not encouraging. But then... we see Miss D. A familiar face. Miss D. is the coordinator for the after-school-care program at Elayna's school. Miss D. doesn't know what the hell *she's* doing, either, but at least there's someone here who knows my kid. So we sign in, go upstairs... all the kids from all the camps are mingling in a gym, waiting to split up at 9 (camp runs from 9-4). No one there Elayna knows, unfortunately. We hug her, we kiss her, we leave her standing in the gym staring forlornly.
So. 7:45. Got to work. Parking lot? Still mostly empty. I thank any and all gods that may be listening, as this also means that I can maybe sleep in a little during the summer and still get to work on time. So I am here at work, hoping like hell that that camp is not as much a clusterfuck as it appears to be.
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