Wow. It’s already Sunday night. How did this happen?
I have to go back to work tomorrow. I don’t wanna.
I gotta, like, shave and wear make-up and, like, a bra and stuff. I must admit. Being in the wilderness, so to speak, has it’s perks! I’m not sure I’m ready for this sort of professionalism on a regular basis. Sigh. When did I become a grownup where phrases like “pantyhose with open toe shoes” and “pleasant demeanor” became part of my daily vocabulary?
I remember when I backpacked in Yellowstone and I had to go back to work at Camp…at least then all I had to worry about was whether or not I had a polo shirt and khaki’s that were stained too badly to wear. Of course, I also had to worry about whether or not I had suicidal or “special needs” kids on my team, or if I was rested enough to work 90 hours in one week, but still….no make-up was nice all the same.
At least I really like my job now, even if I don’t get to go roaming around the woods or strap annoying kids into simulators I’m sure will make them puke. I also don’t get sexually harassed in public and I make more than 8 bucks an hour.
I guess everything has an upside.