Flight last night was slightly delayed, but the awesome French pilot made up for lost time and got us back on track and we landed on time! I figured he was French because his name was something like Jean-Pierre, and I couldn’t understand a word he said on the PA when he was making his announcements. He sounded sexy, though. And he flew fast, so there’s that.
Best Bud picked me up at the airport and I spent the night at her house. Her brother was in town on a layover (he’s a pilot for Emirates Airlines and lives in Dubai), and we had a great time last night catching up. Drank some wine and snuck a ciggie with him after everyone went to bed. We are rebels!
And since Best Bud and I work in the same office, it was so easy to come into work together.
And then…UUUGGGHHHH. It hit me. Work. A slap back to reality.
Boss asked me to cancel a conference call, which I gladly did…and then some other meetings got canceled, and then Boss sent me a text telling me that he was at the hospital with his youngest son as he and his wife were having a baby!! Boss never even mentioned that his kid was having a kid! Sounds like it was an oopsie-daisy, but whatever. I was just glad that he canceled my meeting. Is that bad?
I was in a daze all day. Just couldn’t get back into the swing of things. And of course, I never checked my work email once while I was gone, so I was buried under all day.
Then I stayed late because my last meeting of the day went long.
And THEN I drove home in the pitch dark in the pouring rain! What a suck of a day.
At least I’m home now with my sweet dog and I’m lying in my own bed. All is well on that front.
I need to go now because my eyes won’t stay open and I’m getting up early, early.
Oh!! And of course, all of the hot guys who wouldn’t write to me on Tinder while I was in Tennessee over my long weekend are ALL WRITING TO ME NOW. That figures. It’s torture.
That’s it for now. There’s so much to write, but I am just wiped.
xo,
GS
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