When Nothing Else Is..
I took a step, and my foot sank deep into the gravely sand of the parking lot. Walking to my car after work always seems like a hefty task, when the parking lot is comprised of levels of dirt, rocks, and several inches of loose sand. I struggled my way up to the fourth level where I parked, and quickly rolled down my windows as soon as I got in; the outside temperature read 100 degrees on my dashboard. This was considered a cool day for Lake Powell. I sighed and backed out of my space, and started slowly up the pock-marked drive back to the main road. Pulling up to my dorm building, I shut off my engine and let the song I was listening to finish, while I rested my head on the steering wheel and tried to muster up the energy to head inside and change out of my work uniform.
This is a typical day after work for me, without any sugar coating or bigger story. I work four 10-hour days at the Wahweap Boat Rental Marina as a Boat Rental Agent. By the end of those four days, I'm more than ready for my three days off. The job is mentally taxing and physically tiring (from being on your feet all day, and rushing around with paperwork trying to solve problems, and generally make everyone as happy as possible). Despite this, I enjoy the fast pace and interactions all day long, and I'm glad I got the position. I actually started my post this way for a specific reason- the 40 hour work week is one of the few things here that is consistent and reliable. My dorm-mates and friends are an ever changing dynamic, and I still haven't settled into a routine of things to do each day or week. Things are mostly done out of necessity; like laundry, Walmart runs, and meals. I often miss having my life go as I plan it, and doing the things I'm used to, instead of the limited options of social environments and activities here.I don't mean to sound bleak, but I wanted to capture the reality of my transition to seasonal employment, which was a huge shock to my previous lifestyle. Don't get me wrong, my drive from PA to CA, and back to AZ was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I felt independent, adventurous and alive. Driving the last few miles to Lake Powell, and seeing the lake appear on the horizon, my heart beat faster and welled up with excitement- I had finally made it. I had arrived at my destination for the summer, and suddenly all the months of planning, dreaming, and waiting were over. I was here, and the mystery of what it would be like became a reality.