Oh Hey…I Don’t Hate to Go

I’ll be leaving on a jet plane Wednesday afternoon.

D.C. bound.

I’m ready.

Well, almost. First I have to undo the dent that Queen Ziva put in my suitcase with her nesting body. Then I have to pack the rest of my clothes.

And I have one more day at work.

The last week has been very tiring with attempting to get projects completed on time. I was at wits’ end on Friday, but today my mood is lighter. Perhaps because I know the time is at hand. Perhaps the weekend gave me new life. Perhaps I had too much caffeine. Perhaps because just when I thought it couldn’t get worse…

Q: What’s in the photo, you ask?

A: Why, it’s the outside of the office building in which I work. Builders were outside today, hammering and pounding and making lots of noise so that we can have a shelter on the days it rains. We’ve been in this building over 10 years and I haven’t drowned yet, but I suppose it’s the thought that counts.

Q: What’s on the other side of the window, behind the fancy urn?

Think about this for a few seconds.

This is easy.

A: You guessed it! My office!

I have not suffered enough at the hands of Costco, I must suffer additionally at the hands of the landlord.

I laughed when the noise began. Laughed out loud. How ironic.

I realized at the end of the day that all of the Costco noise over the last 4-5 months gave me the ability to ignore this new form of racket.

Except when it made me jump.

But I digress.

One more day, people…

And it’s vacation time. I get to leave on a jet plane. I know when I’ll be back.

Again.

Oh hey?

Nope, I don’t hate to go.

(I won’t be posting for awhile, but I’ll try to check in with all of you during down times. If there are any. Later, gator.)