Richard told me last season that once bowel movements become the topic of conversation over breakfast, it’s time for the season to end and people to ship out….I have to disagree with this. I would have to say that once you find yourself reasoning homicide as a viable solution to your work frustrations, that is when it is time for the season to end and people to ship out.

My patience with this project and the lack of organization, not to mention lack of common sense from the administrative hierarchy, has diminished exponentially. Today I was seconds away from rescheduling my departure for the earliest flight possible. I have been more than humble for the excellent learning experience provided for me, but I draw the line at being taken advantage of...and that is exactly what has been happening. I will omit the details just because, it winds me up too much to think about it more than I already have…but today was probably the most stressful day I have had out here and 105 degrees didn’t make it any better.

Okay that is going to be the extent of my whining...I'm starting to realize why archaeologists are equated with alcoholics...just kidding i am coping in healthy ways...