We shared stories and learned more about each other. We even had little games and challenges with each would do. The campers eventually saaw how much work went into each meal and would even help clean their tables a bit. After the first week and everything is running smoothly, I get a phone call from my mother. She asked," How's everything going?"
After I told her that everything was great, she skips straight to her main point and asked, " So, how much did you make". At first I was a little confused, then I realized that she had thought this was a paying job.
I explained to her," This job isn't paid."
She went silent for a second, then asked, "Why don't you come back then?"
Stunned by her request, I went silent for a moment. I couldn't bail out of this job, I promised to work the full time. I responded," I can't leave in the middle of Work Crew."
She then argued, "There’s no reason for you to be there." Furious with her response, I muttered, “I’ll be back when it's over.". I became angry at the fact that she wouldn't let me finish something I planned. After that conversation with my mother, I went back to working.
Later that week, one of the Work Crew girls decided to leave for reasons like, "I'm homesick" and " I miss my