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>be pencil pusher
>cope by going innawoods once a year around Thanksgiving
>make no secret of this at the office, everyone knows
>my "trip" is just a multi-day long hike where I go to a campsite, do camp things, then set out for another predetermined one
>essentially for the few months prior in my free time I visit individual sites, build a small lean-to/rebuild an old one, hide supplies in the area, mark it on a map, and leave
>on trip two years ago I'm on the way to my third lean-to
>it's getting dark already since I woke up too late
>hear chattering and clattering around the location of my campsite
>shit
>approach as quietly as I can
>voices are starting to sound familiar
>realize it's four of my coworkers that found my stash and decided to stay there
>this particular campsite is about a mile away from a road that people use to get into the woods to go camping, so it's not completely impossible that they're there but still fucking weird
>I approach quietly so I can listen to gossip without them knowing
>for a while it's just chatter about the new hire trying to fuck her way to the top
>eventually they start talking about me
>"anon acts like going camping is so cool and shit but we could talk like this anywhere and without the mosquito bites"
>chime in "I personally enjoy the solidarity I get"
>female coworker screams, two guys my age say holy shit, older coworker laughs his ass off and says "speak of the devil and he shall appear"
>come out of the woods
>brief greetings follow
>one of the guys, who I don't get along with, says "do you REALLY need a gun in the woods"
>ask him why he wouldn't need a gun when bears and panthers exist
>add "I'm just carrying a mosin so I don't scare people as much"
>retard says "that not a mosin, that's a bolt action. I know my guns"
>old guy and I facepalm
>keep them company until the morning when they leave and I continue on my trip
>I have become the woodland spirit of the office
>old guy calls me warden now
Good times
