Be Careful What You Wish For
Three hours into my horrific experience driving Golf Cart Shuttle during visiting day at my camp I could only think of one thing-- I vollunteered for this shit.
It just turned out that on this day that featured non-stop rain I acquired the only golf cart that had no top on it. In my soaked state, I recieved quite a few laughs from dry people who found my plight very amusing. I probably would have found it funny, too.
See, I thought it would be fun. First of all, they told us it would only be two hours: From 9:30 to 11:30. I didn't really want to miss that time at the bunk, because it is sort of the time where you meet the parents and schmooze in order to set up a tip later in the day. Later, though, the Head Counsellor informed me that our time on the golf carts would end when "people stopped needing rides." Translation: Never.
I continued on, though. Plugging away. One person tipped me for giving him a ride at the golf cart, but then I was forced by my superiors to leave him down at the gate in order to help other people in need of help. I felt bad, but what could I do? Everyone thinks their needs are so much more pressing and immediate than those of others.
Eventually, we were called to the office and they got other people to drive golf carts and relieve us. I think I would have just got off and left the cart in front of the office at some point had they not done that. Not a very good day. Not a very good day at all.