Growing up on a farm, my parents thought that it was much more cost effective for me to just not have a job or my own money for that matter. It didn't really matter to me a whole lot. It wasn't like I was a lazy kid who never did anything. I was probably the opposite. I loyally volunteered to counsel at camp 1-2 weeks (sometimes 3) every summer. I feel like that's a sort of job experience.
But now that I'm in college and supposed to be a grown-up, I have to get a job for the summer. I applied at a few places around home because I would really like to live at home for the summer if I can. The interview that I had was for the local winery.
I arrived at the winery half an hour early for my interview at 2:30pm. Sitting in the car, I contemplated getting out or just waiting a few more minutes. I didn't want to outrageously early; I wanted to be decently early. After changing my comfy driving shoes into my much less comfy heeled boots, I finally decided to get out of the car.
Once I got into the winery, there was no one there. Since I was early, I didn't find this unusual and assumed that they were busy. I walked around the empty gift shop and deliberately clacked my shoes when I walked so that someone would hear me and notice that I was there. I didn't want to waste the good impression of being early! Eventually an older man with a fantastic mustache came out from the back. He saw me and said that his name was Marty and that he was one of the owners. I talked with Marty for quite awhile until I spotted a back room filled with large metal cauldron-like basins. I asked him if that's were he made the wine and he responded by giving me a tour of the wine making area.
Eventually, 3 o' clock rolled around and the two ladies that were to interview me came and found me. We sat at a table and chatted about what the job would be like and what was all involved and expected of me if I got it. I was expecting a lot more questions to be thrown my way but there wasn't as many as I had thought. I tried to keep smiling and keep the mood light by saying some jokes at appropriate times (ex. they asked if I had a tattoo and I said 'yup a giant skull on my back'). Halfway through the interview, Marty wandered into the room. He looked at the interviewers and said, "Just so you know, I like this girl!". YAY. My early arrival paid off! The rest of the interview went well and I ended it feeling good.
So here's to hoping I get the job and if not this job....any job really. Someone give this job experience-less person a chance!
As a kid at camp, I loved kayaking. Canoeing was also fun - especially when we were allowed to 'gunnel'. If you don't know what that is, I guess you'll just have to experience camp to find out! Another good memory is when some of the older counsellors would tell us campers scary stories of 'the Wookalar' (the spelling of that is always a mystery to me...). I also loved campfire. It was so awesome singing by the fire and looking up to see the big trees swaying in the wind.
Each time I'm a counsellor, I'm so amazed to watch how much the most reserved and unsure children blossom and create friendships and grow in their faith throughout the week. I haven't seen one child that hasn't grown in some way at Pinecrest. It's one of the best things to watch happen. All the campers that I have every year, become really special to me throughout the week and I just love to see the smiles on their faces and see them soak in what camp has to offer and what God has planted in their hearts.
Pinecrest Baptist Bible Camp will always have a special place in my heart :)