“Good luck.”Įven with the lousy $300 paycheck, the rattling water pipes that woke my coworkers and me at night, and getting caught drinking underage, I couldn’t admit defeat. You’re a dumbass, just like your father, and look what ended up happening to him,” she hissed over the phone. “You think you’re so smart for taking a shitty job on the other side of the country? You should be preparing to graduate college in a year. The 36-hour Greyhound bus ride to get there was torturous, but my mother’s disapproval added bricks to the wall blocking me from her.
I had come to Yellowstone to work a seasonal summer job.
