The sucky part about travelling is that eventually you have to go back to work.

Wow, Mike, thanks for that little pearl of knowledge. What’s next; ‘I don’t like to pay taxes’? Or perhaps ‘Traffic is annoying’?

Ok, yeah, I know that I haven’t said anything groundbreaking; anything other than the completely obvious. It’s just that coming off a weekend like I just had, the usual routine of the job seems that much harder to bear. Not that it’s been easy for a long, long time.

We flew down to Atlanta on Staurday so we could attend the Sunday wedding of a high school friend. Atlanta was hot, and crowded, and hot. But getting to spend time with people I don’t see often enough more than made up for the lack of reasonable weather or sense of personal space. The most welcome and unexpected part of the weekend came during a drunken phonecall with an old college roommate when he decided to drive the 3 hours from his city to Atlanta just to have lunch and catch up before I had to do wedding-related things.

Travelling yesterday sucked it, but travelling sometimes just, well, sucks it. Got home around 6ish and then turned around to go meet some friends out for burgers and beer.

And today. Ohhhhh, today.

Work is doing it’s best today to remind me why I don’t really like it here. Not a bad day, but definitely not a good one. And, much like the reason why travelling sucked it, today’s craptacular work day isn’t anyone’s fault – just the way the system works.

But the non-work week ahead at least holds some hope. A fun BBQ on Thursday and then some much-loved-and-missed friends come in to town on friday for a weekend ‘o fun.

Can’t wait.

End of the day here at work and I’m stuck with a last minute request that really should make it’s way out the door tonight. And the query that I’ve written to gather the data is going slooowwwwww.

Naturally.

I just want to escape and make my way home and something that normally takes about 45 seconds has been running for like 10 minutes now.

Oh look, it just finished. I supposed being a whiny bastard actually works sometimes.

I think the a/c is going to come on tonight. I put 2 of the 3 units (Ha. I said ‘units’.) in the windows this weekend. Tonight the bedroom unit goes in and they all get fired up. I simply can’t deal with the house when it gets hot like this. It might be ok if there were a constant breeze so that it didn’t get stuffy, but more often than not, it’s just warm and no breeze blows through. Ugh.

Thank you cool air for keeping me comfy and sane. So long hard earned cash. Have fun in your new home. Or, as I like to call it, ‘BGE’.

So, somehow, the worldwide spamming community has discovered the ‘comments’ link at the bottom of each post. I’ve had to delete spam-ads for viagra, generic prescription medication, and variable-rate mortgages. Fun. I’d like to leave the comments (relatively) open, because it can be fun sometimes to read what others thought of what I wrote. (what?). At the same time, I don’t want the comments to fill up with useless ads. So, I’ve changed the settings on my comments so that I am required to approve them before the appear on the site. This will slow everything down, but hopefully let the good stay and kick the bad right out of town.

The weekend was good. Boring at times, and lonely, but good. Emily was out of town at a bachelorette party, so I was all by my lonesome. Got a little house-straightening done, fixed a leaky sink, cannibalized an old computer, watched some movies, and grilled.

But it was hot. And I couldn’t bring myself to turn on the a/c just yet. So, I sat and sweat. Played some PS2 and missed Emily.

Other than that, things are pretty standard, really. Weddings this weekend and next, then friends come in from out of town, and then a trip to Milwaukee.

Such is the great big busy summer of busy-ness, I suppose.