After driving cross country to work in the Grand Tetons, I find myself disoriented.
Not much, just you know, having to repeat stuff to aid in the memory retention.
I'll be cooking all summer in this national park, a view to die for.
There's a room mate, but she's older than me, so we're going to get along just fine.
Sorta scoping out the place, trying to be cool with all new employees arriving hourly.
I love my job description, Pastry Cook.
All I ask is for no one to act like I'm old.
I will blow your socks away once this road exhaustion wears off.
I promise you.
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