I’ve been in the hell that is Fort St. John for 41 one days without so much as a half day off every two weeks or so. I’m mentally exhausted, I’m physically exhausted and it shows. In 10 days I’m headed back home to Vancouver for a four-day weekend. I’ve never been so excited for anything in my entire life. Continue reading
And blog, and listen to bad music, and pretend I’m Adele circa 2007. This is what working in Fort St. John has done to me. I retreat to my hotel and drink too much Pinot Grigio (eww since when do I drink white wine?) and snack on almonds all while crooning “Make You Feel My Love’.
I have to drink alone in my hotel room because last weekend I was stalked around the hotel bar, and on to the next bar by this creepy woman and her super cute Irish boyfriend. Apparently her name was Lisa as well and she was trying to get me to have a three-way with them. It was terrifying. I don’t do three-ways. I only do me-ways. Continue reading