My first week at camp part 2

Late for work the first day on the job. I had some work to do to make up for that. We spend what was left of the first morning learning the stable routine. Mostly the stable routine is getting rides in and out on the half-hour and the shoveling manure in between.
After the first day we went to shower and prepare for inspection. CITs were in charge of lowering the flag at inspection. just before inspection while the drummers were practicing we gathered at the flag poles. The CIT director approached me and the other stable CIT and asked us about our tardiness. I started to explain the we didn't know that breakfast was earlier for stable crew and just as I started to elaborate I heard someone yell "BullS$#@." The Equestrian director had walked up behind us and didn't agree with my explanation. What I intended to say was that we had probably been told about the schedule, but fifteen year-olds don't always remember details well so we had forgotten. But the Equestrian Director seemed to think I was inferring it was his fault. He proceeded to yell a few other things at me in front of the entire staff as they prepared for the inspection. What else could I say. I shrugged and told the CIT director that I wasn't going to argue with him but we had just misunderstood.
My first week was not going so well. In twenty-four hours we had been late and been cursed at in front of everyone. Certainly I must have been thinking that things would have to get better. They couldn't get worse could they? The answer is of course they could.

Note - I want to note that while our first impressions were probably not great. I went on to have a good working relationship with the Equestrian Director. We worked together the next two years and he was great to work for despite his sometimes "Prickly" personality. Turns out the one thing you don't want to do is make him mad before breakfast. He was not a morning person. But we was a good guy and he taught me a lot about horses. Heepwah!