Host Copy?

So I just finished up my first weekend in hosting duty, which means I basically am in charge of the property while the group is in for the weekend. It's a lot of putting out fires. I loved it. LOOOOOVED it. Except for the visit to the wastewater treatment plant (The Poo Poo Palace as it is actually--seriously--known) in which one has to do some unmentionable things that make me literally vomit. I didn't vomit today because it was so damn cold outside I was more pissed to be standing out in the wind and snow than I was about the vile task I was performing. (Don't judge me; I have a terrible gag reflex) Besides that part: awesome. After breakfast we had finished up all we could do for the moment and so I was sitting in the office talking to Demetria and Brittany when a call comes over the radio. "Ummm...host copy? I think there is a bird stuck in the leader's lounge."
The next 20 minutes were spent with three girls, a blanket and a very panicked bird in a room with cathedral ceilings. I ended up on a ledge about ten feet up, standing on two-by-fours (so as not to fall through the dry wall ceiling beneath me) trying to get the little bird out a higher window. Ended up getting him into progressively smaller rooms until finally got him out a window but not without a lot of dive bombing, ducking for cover and throwing blindly a blanket at a tiny and exhausted nuthatch (maybe warbler) while D keeps muttering/yelling, "I hate birds...I don't like birds! I don't like 'em!"
We had a kid break her leg in three places but only one hospital run for the weekend which is actually pretty good. A couple toilets overflowed, a kid threw up all over his stuff, one charter bus broke down in the parking lot--all pretty par for the course. I love being able to field what comes at me like that; I love the problem solving and the possibility of a solution. I love to get to know the people here, the behind the scenes stuff. Hosting is the main reason I applied for this internship; it's a sweet treat to be able to end this portion of the internship on a high note.
Though I did almost take out D's brand new mailbox with a ladder in the back of my golf cart. Sorry for the little dent...

Sidebar: I haven't been reading anything lately and my brain is mushy. I am going book shopping this week or the next time I sneeze I fear my short-term memory might fly out my ears.