The work week? Still crapolicious, but at least the weekend is in sight.

A rather unexciting day, but one that was punctuated by moments of sheer frustration. So, you know, that made it go faster.

I think my post-work housr will be filled with yard work and perhaps laundry; both of which sorely need to be done. I don’t really mind yard work. Oh, I grumble and groan and get sweaty. But something just feels right about it. I feel like I’m doing something. I can see the progress.

Laundry, on the other hand….

Haaaate. If I ever decided to hire some sort of cleaning person, I might assign laundry as the top priority. I know it’s not hard, but it’s really the only chore I’ve never been able to find some redeeming vaule in. Other than not having clothes covered by bbq stains.

What?

I’m rambling.

Time to go.

…by the way, I wonder how many pervy Google hits I’m going to get because of the last entry’s multiple uses of the phrase “sucked it”?

I bet alot.

Pervs.

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.