So, you're probably thinking, what was this bitch of a receptionist up to yesterday? Why no scathing report of some obnoxious office blunder? One word: Vacation.
If you can call taking two days off a vacation. But, seriously, it was amazing. Not only was I out of this hell hole, I was out of the fuckin' state. I was so far from this festering sore of an office I almost forgot I would have to return today. That's right kiddies, I was in New Mexico, and boy was it awesome.
Instead of answering a phone, I answered the call of the wild and hiked through the Sandia and Jemez Moutains. I took the longest tram in the world and ate a shitload of spicy food. My boyfriend and I stayed with friends in Albuquerque and made day trips to Santa Fe and the Frijoles Canyon and a ton of other shit.
I realized that when you leave New York and your oppressive receptionist job, life really isn't that bad.
Sometimes it takes more than your boss to make you feel small.
Like, try standing next to a huge-ass mountain.
But, here I am, back in Ol' NYC.
Back in the saddle, again.
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