Oddly I can relate... I worked for one and a half summers at a local heritage village playing a fur trader and a Mountie. The first summer was great because we had an excellent supervisor who knew what she was on about. It was a lot of fun, really creative and everybody was easy to get alone with. The next summer she was replaced by an internal promotion of someone who didn't know what they were on about, and there wasn't a single thing I could do right until they finally fired me... for writing my job concerns in a site log book that they told us to write our job concerns in. Yeesh!