In-Between Days in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • March 15, 2006, midnight
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Not much time to write, but I want to get an entry in before I leave again.

Guess what? My company blocked OD!!! So I slyly back-doored my way in through FOD, but I’m sure that’s not going to last long. Not really that big a deal cuz I’m out of the office so much, but it just makes me wonder if they’ve been reading along and all of a sudden decided that I shouldn’t be spreading my cheer all over the place. I wonder what was the last straw for them? The coffeehouses? The secret rendezvous? The constipation? No matter. I shouldn’t do this from the office anyway.

So. Last I left off, I was about to break down into huge, heaving sobs. Luckily, that didn’t happen. I finally gave up and flopped myself into the fluffy luxuriousness of the bed at the spectacular Castille Hotel (which I highly recommend, by the way), and the next day was a shiny brand new day! The rest of the trip was fairly smooth sailing (no more frustration with the admin., no more peeing of the pants, etc.). I got along quite famously with my work partner (starting to understand everyone’s quirks and boiling points, ya know), and we met up with the rest of the group in London for two and a half more days of research.

And the greatest thing of all about this trip was finally landing at home in [city] and immediately turning on my phone—and getting a voice mail from AtH!!! He wanted to take me to dinner! And though I got in too late for dinner (took a mandatory shower after the 11-hour flight), he picked me up after I was squeaky clean and took me out for drinks. So fantastic. So very, very nice to sit outside in front of a fire and just chill. He got me home at a decent hour and sent me off to bed. If I wasn’t in love with him already, he could easily become my best buddy. Okay, well he would never replace Best Bud, but you know what I mean.

Tomorrow, I’m off to the beach to cover the Spring Break activities of the young folk. I have a feeling I will be so over it by the time I get back from this little soiree. We’re staying in a beachfront “party” hotel, and I’m already annoyed. I hope I get some good photos of people acting like jackasses. Maybe I’ll post them….just as long as I’m not an active participant in them!! But you know me by now—always an active participant!

So yeah. Need to clean up my office space and get the hell out of here because….yes, you guessed it….

Gotta pack—again.


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