Sometimes work was just too much. Honestly it was too much every single day, but Thursdays were the worst. Coming out of the office she decided she wasn’t going to walk back in on Friday, and if her mood didn’t improve over the weekend maybe not ever again.
There were more important things in life, like taking her beloved truck and head into nature for the weekend. No assholes, no work, actually no proper reason to return to civilization for months until her savings were depleted. Not that it was expensive to live life on the road, with the truck paid for she could probably stretch those savings for a long time. A girl could dream, right?
And maybe not just that, after the week she’d been through turning that dream into a reality seemed like the smart thing to do, before she was forced to live the rest of her life in jail after killing a bunch of those assholes barehanded.
Luckily there wasn’t much between her and freedom now, only a short train ride and grabbing some supplies she always had ready anyway. That in mind made the train ride among more assholes almost sufferable, even making her grin when the annoying suit with his headset stumbled and almost kissed asphalt.