I really should not be writing this. I should be leaving my office, where I’m sitting at 7:29 on a Friday night. But see, I’ve posted something every day this week. That’s something I haven’t pulled off in ages. I don’t want to drop the ball now.
I can already tell you that today is the last day in the streak. Tomorrow is laundry day and unless Michelle leaves me alone at her apartment and I get inspired I don’t expect to get around to blogging. That’s OK. I kinda give myself a break on the weekends.
You might be wondering why I’m still sitting in my office at 7:30 on a Friday night. Well, you see, technically speaking, as of 5:00 this evening I am on vacation. Well strictly speaking I’m on stay-home-and-spring-clean-my-house-cation, but that doesn’t sound nearly as fun as “vacation” does. Since I am going to be off work for the next week, there were some things I had to resolve before I go and now I have, more or less. Enough to be safe while I’m out anyway.
Yes for the next nine glorious days, I do not have to set foot on the premises of this God forsaken place where I work and I’m thrilled! Hopefully, I’ll truly be free of this place, but you know, we can never be sure of that…
I haven’t had an opportune time to drop this tidbit of information but, as of yesterday, my [insert unpleasant expletive here] of a boss is gone for 3-6 months. He was asked to take a temporary assignment helping to establish a handful of facilities which my illustrious employer is opening (has opened? I don’t even know) on Hawaii. They have a Facility Services Director there, but apparently he is struggling in some way and needs help to get things up and running, and for reasons that are simply unfathomable to me, they asked my boss to go. This does not mean a promotion, a raise or even any kind of differential for me, but it does mean more responsibilities.
We have an “acting manager” but he happens to be a horrible little troll that we all greatly dislike and would rather have nothing to do with and I am the not-always-so-proud holder of a company paid (and e-mail enabled) Blackberry, and well, while you might think grown-folks would know better than to contact me, I just can’t be sure of that. And of course, I realize that it’s up to me whether I reply to the messages, and I probably won’t, but man wouldn’t it be nice to be able to go the whole week without anyone from work demanding my time or attention?
Oh, and of course, you all know that Blackberries don’t have off buttons… right?