I know in my last post about the River Discovery trip, i implied i was done talking about the river for now, but i found a few pictures on my camera, so what the hay.
I'm longing for my life on the river today. I haven't been more angry with myself in a while. I missed a voicemail for an interview. I don't know how i managed it. It was a job i really wanted. It's the most elementary part of the whole process- make sure they can contact you. Duh, duh, duh. To make matters worse, it was 6 days later i discovered the message in my 'saved' box, i should've contacted the interviewer yesterday regardless, but i was too devastated. What do i say? I'm a dumbass? Ugh. A job! Benefits! I'm such a goddam space cadet. I'm ready to hibernate. Does anybody have a cave i could borrow for a while? Fuck. I should've been a bear. (Link to a poem- my in-dwelling poet is like six years old, so don't expect too much.)
Speaking of, i apologize i've been such a petulant potty-mouth lately. It wasn't my intent to come here and curse and complain all the time. Not at all. Thanks for being so patient with me.
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| Lots of time driving in the rig. |
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| Our camp kitchen. My sister got to come on a trip. |
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| Did i mention lots of time driving around in the rig? |
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| with a big load |
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| crew camp out before a trip |
I meant to take more pictures on one of my favorite sections of river, but it's a little crazier, so i never had my camera out.
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| The toilet. Some guests struggle with this, but i'm a fan. When was the last time you took a poo and saw a shooting star? Hm? |
Lots of love to y'all from your unemployed, rubbish-brained former river guide.
