Marc
Dodge City, Kansas
I don't know who I pissed off to get sent all the way out here, but I'm sure I did a good job of ... you know ... pissing them off. Ick. What am I trying to say?
Here: I think I pissed off my dad. I'm two seconds away from calling him and asking him. See, I think he's training me for adulthood in some weird, twisted way through this job. When I was growing up we went to Disneyworld twice, New Orleans once, and Texas a couple of times (I think). Either way, it was all road travelling for us cause there was no way they were going to be able to afford to fly six people to these places. So, what I think my dad is doing to me is training me for fatherhood and fatherhood vacation type dealies because I maybe made too much noise in the car when I was a kid, or I picked on my sisters too much, or something. Shit knows exactly what it was, but apparently sending me out for 10 hours of driving every day in buttfuck nowhere places like western Kansas and eastern Colorado is his payback.
And before I get any complaints about me complaining, I'll let people know that there are no mountains out here. Hell, there's hardly any trees either. It looks like a more distant, much more barren, flatter version of Illinois though I know it's not actually flatter (especially not Colorado - there's hills, just small ugly ones). There's no stinking trees. You'd be surprised what the lack of trees does to a horizon.
So. Yeah. Tomorrow, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday all equal more of the same. Damn this job. Damn it to heck. I can't wait to go home and apply at a temp place so I can become a mindless dweeb. There. I said it.
Dodge City, Kansas
I don't know who I pissed off to get sent all the way out here, but I'm sure I did a good job of ... you know ... pissing them off. Ick. What am I trying to say?
Here: I think I pissed off my dad. I'm two seconds away from calling him and asking him. See, I think he's training me for adulthood in some weird, twisted way through this job. When I was growing up we went to Disneyworld twice, New Orleans once, and Texas a couple of times (I think). Either way, it was all road travelling for us cause there was no way they were going to be able to afford to fly six people to these places. So, what I think my dad is doing to me is training me for fatherhood and fatherhood vacation type dealies because I maybe made too much noise in the car when I was a kid, or I picked on my sisters too much, or something. Shit knows exactly what it was, but apparently sending me out for 10 hours of driving every day in buttfuck nowhere places like western Kansas and eastern Colorado is his payback.
And before I get any complaints about me complaining, I'll let people know that there are no mountains out here. Hell, there's hardly any trees either. It looks like a more distant, much more barren, flatter version of Illinois though I know it's not actually flatter (especially not Colorado - there's hills, just small ugly ones). There's no stinking trees. You'd be surprised what the lack of trees does to a horizon.
So. Yeah. Tomorrow, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday all equal more of the same. Damn this job. Damn it to heck. I can't wait to go home and apply at a temp place so I can become a mindless dweeb. There. I said it.
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