There is a light not too far off into the distance. It’s two words. One which starts with a “T” and the other which begins with an “E”–that’s right. It’s “The End”…
The end of longish days and boozing nights.
The end of dodging my boss’ arrogance, strange stares (checking up on me of course–and the famous look up and down at last night’s banquet when I strolled in in lace and she looked cheap in a black halter dress appropriate for a borderline strip club–no bitterness there, though…geesh).
The end of standing up for 6 hours with a brief lunch break so that I could be mistaken for someone who works at another company.
The end of dodging the girl I was asked to include in my dinner plans on Monday night because my boss is too “important” and we ran into her that same evening as we were at the same restaurant and she barely acknowledged us in her stupidity of assigning me to watch over her incompetent staff.
The end of listening about how great this event is and how I will get so much out of it when it’s been more a waste of time and a reason to keep the alcohol intake high.
We end it with one last dinner. A last supper, if you will, before my flight tomorrow at the crack of dawn. I will go home and watch Oprah, people. I will do nothing. But I will go to the gym because I’ve been eating and drinking calories on high. I will work from home on Friday because it’s time I made a decision to do so like every other bloody person from our office. And I will enjoy that long weekend that I have been craving since last weekend when I stressed so long over this silly trip.
And can I just say that I got the most special gift from Bub for this special love-saturated day? He sent the sweetest note and created the most special album of us through the years–of our international vacations–times spent together–and how we’ve been through so much.
That’s my husband. I can’t wait for his hugs tomorrow. Miss you!!! x