I can't believe that I've actually been here for one whole week! Only three more left...and I'm actually really starting to like it here. I haven't seen the babies in two days because I wasn't feeling well and I miss them! Weird, I know. Also, I heard that we are supposed to be getting some new babies soon and starting a new troop. This also means that the smalls will be moving to a new hok away from the nursery (which is currently right next door) and Jasper will be moving with them! I mean really he is there age but apparently he was depressed in their before and so they put him in with nursery, but it was only supposed to be temporary. Now he considers them his troop and vice verse. So when they tried to put him back in with the smalls, they beat him up and when he cried, the nursery babies would back him up and start flashing (a sign of aggression) the smalls. This would mean both troops mobbing each other, which is never good. Now that the nursery babies won't be able to hear him crying, he'll just have to suck it up and adjust. Not to say that I don't feel a little bit bad for him, but without him the atmosphere in nursery would be so much better!
Today is shopping day and thank god because there is no food in this house. You would think that if every week, we run out of food two days before shopping day, then we need to start buying more food...but it has yet to happen that way. For lunch today I will be eating leftovers from last nights adventure into the real world. We all splurged. I even had dessert!
It's 6:00 and its been a long day. The air around here is tense. There seems to be a lot going on with the staff, but of course the volunteers aren't privy to any of the details, only bits and pieces that we mostly just overhear. And personally, I had four shifts with the babies instead of my usual three. I think that they were just going easy on me for the first week. Anyway, at first I was glad for the extra time because I had missed two days with them. But by the time that last 4-5 shift rolled around, I was worn out. The babies were all cranky and sleepy by then too. And people were trying to clean up while I was in there, which is always akward. And on top of all of that, when I was sitting up against the fence that borders one of the older troops (they're about four years old), one of them grabbed my hair and yanked it and would not let go. I screamed, it hurt so bad! Whoever it was finally let go once someone else came up and banged on the fence. Honestly though, I know that it could have been much worse so I can't really complain. They're cheeky little monkeys! Oh well, at the end of a long day, a hot shower and a good meal fixes everything!
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