The Receptionist Part 1
I looked down at the note on the door, dumbfounded, for the third time. Antarctica? What the hell were they doing in Antarctica. It was bad enough they flaked on picking me up from the airport on my way home from college, but to be confronted with a "sale pending" sign on your childhood home, with just a note stating "Antarctic research opportunity of a lifetime, no time! Back in 5 years" was a whole other level of fucked up, even for my brilliant, yet somewhat useless parents. I sighed,...