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This is also where Jimmy hides, bugs bite, people are friendly and warm, and work doesn't suck, though the kitchen is hot as all get out. Seriously.
So far I absolutely adore living up here. Despite the fact that I've already got a flat tire (well, by the time anyone in this timezone reads this, it won't be a flat tire anymore hopefully) and my feet are just COVERED in mosquito and fly bites, I still thoroughly want to be up here. And I love my job. I haven't really gotten to the part where I have to interact with people that aren't my boss or coworkers (or the occasional
In other news, I'm still ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY thrilled that I quit BP. I was at the end of my rope with that place. When even the customers start to walk all over you, it's DEFFO time to get the hell out of there.