Yes, it's true, I'm still alive.

Emily, or her alternate evil twin Crewboss Emily, is still alive. She has turned into an angry, irritable person whose hobbies now include cursing, yelling at her crew and driving a large van down questionable roads.

Seriously, my job is to drive a lot and make sure people plant a lot of trees using whatever combination of yelling, begging, teasing, bullying, encouraging, manipulating, lying, verbal abuse and the occasional bribery that gets the job done. I shower once a week and otherwise more or less completely forget that there is such a thing as personal hygiene the rest of the time. My body has become purely functional and I often forget that I'm female and that there was ever a time that I wore skirts and cared about my appearance.

David is beloved by the camp as he brings them food and comfort whereas I bring them pain and misery. I think this is the first time in my life that I don't care if I'm liked. It's simply not in my job description.

I have experienced a small-scale epidemic. In the span of a week our entire 30 odd person camp, save about 5 people, got the flu. Puking sucks, puking in a tent sucks more. There also some sort of lung rot disease going around. And it rains a lot here. Moral has been low.

Drove the van into a ditch. Wasn't my fault, it was snowing (ok it was my fault)(PS- don't tell my mom). I haven't ruin the van yet. I did put a dent in another crewboss' van. I got his christian forgiveness though, so it's ok. Oh, Fun Fact: Google '15 seat van' and check out the third result from the top. Now picture one of those with a roof rack and 15 hockey bags each stuffed with camping gear. I have never been so convinced of the likely hood of my death.

Last two days off have been in camp. None of the 3 hotels in Atikokan will have us since we fucked one up (I use the word 'we' loosely. I was in bed by 11). It's not so bad though, camp has a bar and showers. But beers are 4$ and showers are 6$. So other than night off, most people are staying stinky and sober.

That's pretty much the all the verbal diarrhea I can come up with now. My laundry is sitting in the dryer at the laundromat. I should collect it. Hope you are all alive and well. Should be back by the end of June. But that's a treeplanting plan, which means absolutely nothing. As I tell my planters, "Plant until we tell you to stop".