confession

On my first day of work this summer I drove home on my lunch break in tears- Literally.

weak? maybe.
overwhelmed? completely.
overdramatic? yes.

I cried to a friend on the phone that the day was going badly- i didn't want to be supervisor anymore- i didn't know what i was doing- and i didn't know how i was going to make it through the summer.

I knew i wanted the job, i knew it would be hard, i knew i would actually enjoy the job, and i obvioulsy knew that i had to be back to work in 50 min for the second half of the day- with no tears.

9 1/2 weeks later?

I made it. I did it. and I had fun....because after all- On the playground...

If you're not having fun, you're not doing your job.