The sucky part about travelling is that eventually you have to go back to work.<\/p>\n
Wow, Mike, thanks for that little pearl of knowledge. What’s next; ‘I don’t like to pay taxes’? Or perhaps ‘Traffic is annoying’?<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
And today. Ohhhhh, today.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Can’t wait.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading