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.