We've been on the road for hours. Part of me thinks we should have gotten there by now, while another part of me is afraid that just asking might be an admission to my poor navigation skills. I really didn't want to be out here, and she knows it. Yet this is her boss, and I can't put her in a position that makes her look anything short of the aspiring hard worker they all know her to be. Sometimes that pisses me off, that she's trying to win their approval more than mine. I'm the one she alleges to love and yet here I am, spending my kid free weekend driving up to butt fuck nowhere in the middle of spring, probably going to a shitty ass cabin that has no internet, and no cell service. So while I brought my laptop with me and I can get some of my work done, I won't be able to email it to my publisher until I return to the real world. Fan-fucking-tastic. &nb
Last Updated : 2020-08-22
