I think I'm starting to hate Kentucky. I can see why no one else I work with wanted to come here.
Every day it seems like it's something. There's a freaking bleached-blonde sociopath who walked into the bar tonight and threatened to kill my colleague. The same colleague who was recently, albeit wrongfully, accused of the murder of his ex-wife's estranged husband. This because he has a lengthy reputation of having a quick and sharp trigger finger.
I know I don't understand half of what's really going on here, and it frustrates me, and I'm thinking my office in D.C. doing personnel reviews is looking really nice right now. But I feel like I'd also be a coward to walk out when there's clearly problems to be solved.
I think I'll just sit in my hotel room with my beer until someone needs me.