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The application for camp counseling he had sent in hadn’t been a serious attempt.
Reese was just replying to every offer he could in the newspaper on the bulletin board in the community centers he frequented.
The latest had been a lawn care job where a guy wanted Reese to fix up his wife’s garden for their anniversary.
Only for Reese to find out he didn’t mean PLANTING flowers, the guy wanted him to revive the flowers.
Reese had pointed out the begonias were dead because his wife drowned them and they were pretty much beyond saving and he wasn’t a wizard who can poof them back to life.
The guy had not taken to kindly to that and Reese just left before things got ugly.
Last thing he needed was an disturbing the peace or worse, an assault charge.
The camp counselor job seemed simple enough.
22 kids at a summer camp that opened in a month, from late May to mid-July.
He was qualified but Reese wasn’t very experienced in taking care of kids for long periods of time.
But….he WAS desperate.
So he used a crappy library computer to write his resume, and emailed it to the address on the job advertisement.
Sure enough, a week later he got a response (which was good because the librarian was getting annoyed at him being in the library everyday just for the computer).
He…got the job.
They said they’d train him when he got there since they were desperate for the help.
Well….he could do worse than a summer camp.
At least it would be steady food and shelter and some money in his pocket.
Camp Wawanakwa….here I come.