Being as it is now my turn to do a blog, I have spent the last couple of days trying to decide just what to blog about here. I do most of my ranting and raving on my personal blog, and that is so not intended for here. I decided a couple of days ago to blog about the two things that are a major part of my life, other than my brat-child. I was going to blog on Reviews and Carnival Life. But I decided as of today that I was going to change that. So as you can see from my lovely title, I am blogging on Carnival Life.

For those of you that do not know already, I am a 13 year veteran of the carnival industry. A carnival is full of Food, Fun, Games and Rides; but what most do not understand is just how small a community it can be. I work for a show that has maybe 50 people total on payroll, and that is for two different companies. There is Coleman Brothers Shows which owns the rides and Oakes Concessions which owns most of the games and food joints. The owners of both companies are related. The parents and kids own the show and one of the sisters and her husband own the concessions. There are also a couple of joints that run with us that are owned by others but for the most part we are one big happy family.

Yes I did say family, and as one it is like yours….totally disfunctional. It is worse than living in your favorite soap opera on television. Everyone wants to know what everyone else is doing, and just who they are doing too. As a single female out here working for the last 7 years (other than the year I was driving an 18 wheeler), I have ummm aparently had sex with almost every guy out here. Considering the fact that most of them would never hit my radar as even being cute much less fuck worthy, it is extremely irritating.

It is not all irritating though, or I would so not still be out here. I get paid ok money, but I also make more money by driving loads and when people forget their change and do not come back I get to keep that money also. All in all, I do pretty darn well for myself the 6 months I work. I also have some really good friends out here, friends that I enjoy spending time with. I am not an overly social person, so it takes a lot for me to come out and spend time with people. So it does not help that when I make a friend I get told I am fucking them. But anyway…

Back to carnival life. I am in a different town every week. Working odd hours and living in small quarters makes it hard to do much. I keep most of my stuff in boxes under my bunk…yes I said bunk as in bunk beds. We have bunk houses that are 18 wheeler box trailers that have been converted to bedrooms. Not to small but in my opinion too small for someone like me. I tend to have too much stuff and it makes for a crowded room.

Work is long hours most of the time. In fair season, I am up by 8 am if not earlier and in bed around 2 or 3 am. That is if there is not things I need to do that night. On tear down nights, it is not uncommon for me to be up for 2 days. I usually wake up around 8 am on Sunday morning and do not go to bed until sometime Monday night. I might get a nap in but it is never enough hours. By the time I go to bed I am so not in the mood to deal with anyone at all. The guys I work with have learned that when I go to bed on Monday to leave me alone until I wake up on my own unless there is a major problem.

Ok, I am so going to stop now. LMAO. What crazy things have you had happen to you at the Carnival?