ho ho freakin' ho
I been MIA lately. I acknowledge and admit that. And, to the very few remaining readers I have, I apologize. I don't know about you, but I had a friend who started a blog (no finger-pointing here). There was one entry "Bridge over the river Cam," that stayed up for about two months. Every day, I'd read her blog, and there it would be. Bridge over the river Cam. I had nightmares. Trauma. The full gauntlet. It was... *sniff* terrible.
My flight leaves the ground in just over five hours. Going home is always wierd. There my mom will be, sitting by the baggage carousel. She will probably leave the house to pick me up before I leave the house to get on the flight. No, the airport isn't that far away (a little over an hour for her), but she's just paranoid that she'll be late, and that if she is, I will suddenly be tunneled back in time to when I was eight years old. I'll have no idea what to do, and I'll sit down on the floor and I'll cry. I have navigated airports in South America, Europe, and Japan, and she still thinks that all hell will break loose if she isn't waiting somewhere clearly visible to pick me up. She won't even drive in circles by the arrival gate... for fear that something would go wrong.
I have not finished Xmas shopping. Woe is me, I will be braving the malls tomorrow morning. Oh, take pity on me.
Work was a bit of a gong show this week. It always is. I decided to take two of my flex hours (by Thursday evening I only needed two more hours to be done for the week), of which I have about 20, to take today off to pack and clean and rest. By "pack and clean and rest," I mean "get drunk on Thursday night, sleep in, and watch Maria Full of Grace." Po-tay-to, po-tah-to. I was going to take my laptop home with me and catch up on some work, but I stupidly left the keys to unlock it from my desk at home today. I'm an idiot. So lappy-top is on my desk. I suppose that's probably for the best in the long run.
My coworkers were unamused that a) I will not be on call this week during the shutdown because I, unlike them, have family outside the Montreal area and b) I decided at the last minute to flex today. Whatever, people. Lives. They're trendy, go get one.
It's bitchassnasty cold these days, but as I am about 40 IQ points dumber in the morning, I continually leave for work without the necessary accoutrements. This has resulted in one very unhappy M waiting for the bus at 6:30pm, shaking like a middle-class white boy in maximum security lockup.
Meh. Toes. Who needs 'em.
Anyway, I hope to get my act together while I'm home and take some silly pictures of my silly little town.
My flight leaves the ground in just over five hours. Going home is always wierd. There my mom will be, sitting by the baggage carousel. She will probably leave the house to pick me up before I leave the house to get on the flight. No, the airport isn't that far away (a little over an hour for her), but she's just paranoid that she'll be late, and that if she is, I will suddenly be tunneled back in time to when I was eight years old. I'll have no idea what to do, and I'll sit down on the floor and I'll cry. I have navigated airports in South America, Europe, and Japan, and she still thinks that all hell will break loose if she isn't waiting somewhere clearly visible to pick me up. She won't even drive in circles by the arrival gate... for fear that something would go wrong.
I have not finished Xmas shopping. Woe is me, I will be braving the malls tomorrow morning. Oh, take pity on me.
Work was a bit of a gong show this week. It always is. I decided to take two of my flex hours (by Thursday evening I only needed two more hours to be done for the week), of which I have about 20, to take today off to pack and clean and rest. By "pack and clean and rest," I mean "get drunk on Thursday night, sleep in, and watch Maria Full of Grace." Po-tay-to, po-tah-to. I was going to take my laptop home with me and catch up on some work, but I stupidly left the keys to unlock it from my desk at home today. I'm an idiot. So lappy-top is on my desk. I suppose that's probably for the best in the long run.
My coworkers were unamused that a) I will not be on call this week during the shutdown because I, unlike them, have family outside the Montreal area and b) I decided at the last minute to flex today. Whatever, people. Lives. They're trendy, go get one.
It's bitchassnasty cold these days, but as I am about 40 IQ points dumber in the morning, I continually leave for work without the necessary accoutrements. This has resulted in one very unhappy M waiting for the bus at 6:30pm, shaking like a middle-class white boy in maximum security lockup.
Meh. Toes. Who needs 'em.
Anyway, I hope to get my act together while I'm home and take some silly pictures of my silly little town.
posted by M at 9:36 AM
1 Comments:
Festivus will fix all of that. Especially the annoying Christmas shopping.
Merry Christmas!
-Suley
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