Seriously, I do not know what the hell is so complicated about "everybody goes to the cabins now." Are you a human being? THEN THAT MEANS YOU, KITTEN.
If I could invent anything, it would be a machine that detects the presence of "oh, they can manage without me for a while" and similar thoughts and PUNCH THE PERSON THINKING THAT CRAP IN THE FACE. The fact that I am capable of running this entire camp with a head cold and both hands tied behind my back does not actually excuse you from doing your goddamn job.
Also if S and B sneak off for makeouts one more time I swear to god I will stab them. Check the clock: does it say KISSING O'CLOCK? Then GET YOUR FOOL ASSES BACK TO WORK.
IN CONCLUSION, >:(
thank fuck this is the last one of these; i am seriously reaching critical mass of cranky