I’m running on V.L.S. or “very little sleep”–I was up at 3:30am–or even earlier since I went to bed at 10pm on Sunday, woke at close to midnight, then at about 2am, then at 3 when Orbitz called to say my flight was on time, then I laid still in bed until the alarm sounded: 3:30am.
Fastforward. I made it. I’m not happy. I’m ready to go home.
My boss acted so inappropriately tonight; apparently I’m a babysitter for her incompetent staff (re: NOT me) and it’s currently 11:19pm here and I’m having a hard time typing and including punctuation.
I’m ready to go home. Ready for tomorrow’s pointless day of lectures, and the next day’s continuing of lectures along with more mindless alcohol consumption and “awards” to digest at a banquet that is more for execs, I’m convinced, than anything.
Call my attitude bad, but I told you I checked out of this place a long time ago. I didn’t need a trip to TX to remind me of it.
Bub, I miss you. I’ll call you in the morning.