Made it home from
hell the middle of nowhere. No sand this time, thank the gods, because seriously? Over sand for like, ever. Took a week and a half off. I need a break. Also maybe because they broke two ribs this time.
Seriously, I am not a happy fucking camper.
I know someone said I could come be a bouncer for them here or something along those lines, let's talk, because I need to be what I am less and relax more. Not quitting my real job, but, I'd like to have more time here than there.
I am so tired of sand I might murder the next assignment giver if they mention sand to me.