My week plus long vacation is coming to an end. I have to go back to work tomorrow. I already know that I have a big paperwork issue to handle before the end of the week. I’m not looking forward to that. In fact, I am not looking forward to going back. It’s not that I don’t like my job, that’s not the case at all, it’s just that I enjoy being on vacation more than not being on vacation.
I still have one last straw to clutch. Powerball. The estimated jackpot for tonight is $700,000,000. Seven hundred million dollars. Did I buy a ticket? Oh yes, I bought a ticket. Even if we win tonight (and we will, oh yes we will) I will still go to work tomorrow. The difference will be that I’ll get to give my notice. Sorry, folks, but I am now disgustingly rich with lottery winnings so I am going to finish off everything I’ve been working on of late and then go find something else to do for a living… with the distinct possibility that my new career will at least temporarily involve laying on a Southern California beach all day.
A boy can dream, can’t he?