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I did it. Three days in the office. Not only that but three days in the 2nd farthest office from my house.

Tomorrow is Friday and tomorrow I’ll be working from home… finally.

Next week our Wednesday in the office day happens on Tuesday because reasons. I’m not thinking about that tonight though. I am just happy that I can work from home tomorrow. Insert the sound of a super emphatic sigh of relief right here.

As much as I am looking forward to not driving 73 miles to Foxborough tomorrow morning, I am even more looking forward to getting past the work day and getting to the weekend. There will be much xmas gift wrapping this weekend. Also… guitar playing… it’s a moral imperative.

(Sort of Almost) Daily Haiku for You #104

My stretch of consecutive days in the office is going to end when I punch out for the day, about 70 minutes from now. Then it’s back to working at home tomorrow. Sigh of relief.

Three straight office days.
Only an hour to go,
And then it’s over.

I Didn’t Quite Make It

I didn’t make it all the way home.

My Foxborough meeting let out at 2:00. I headed North toward home, but the traffic was building up. I have a 3:00 conference call I need to attend and I was going to be super late for it. I gave up on my dream of working from home for the last couple of hours of the day and pulled into my regular office. I am going to make the 3:00, which is good, but I am still in the office, which is not as good.

Fail. Oh well.

The Blinding

Remember the entire past Spring and Summer when I was constantly bitching about how the sun was always buried behind rain clouds every single time I had a chance to go outside and take pictures?

Remember the last few days where I was constantly bitching about having to drive in to the office 70+ miles away from home for three straight days this week?

Is there a connection between these two remembrances?

All three morning commutes have been accompanied by the blinding sun shining so brightly, directly into my eyes that it literally burned the retinas out of my eye sockets and melted what little brain I have in my skull. Literally. 

Like… is that irony, or is it mother nature getting some payback for all the bitching and moaning I’ve been doing? We may never know.

105/365
105/365

Talk About Me Behind My Back

Daily writing prompt
Tell us one thing you hope people say about you.
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One thing? No. This one is going to be a nice, sarcastic list.

In no particular order…

  • He’s not an idiot
  • I wish I had red hair like his
  • He’s not the worst guitar player ever
  • He’s really tall (this one isn’t sarcastic)
  • I don’t feel dumber having talked to him
  • He has his staff’s back (this one isn’t sarcastic)
  • He seems like a good husband (this one isn’t sarcastic)
  • He seems like a good step father (this one isn’t sarcastic)
  • He doesn’t look too much like a surgically altered freak
  • I wonder if he hits his head on ceiling fans a lot
  • I am jealous of his electric guitar collection
  • Does the carpet match the drapes?

Any of those would be nice to hear about. Think away, my friends and neighbors! Happy thoughts!

Two Down, One to Go

Tuesday in the office? Check.

Wednesday in the office? Check.

Thursday in the office? Still to come.

I drove the 70+ miles to Foxborough this morning. I attended a couple of meetings, one of which was in person and the whole reason I made the commute. When it was over I packed up my stuff and drove home and finished the day here. Literally right here at this desk that I am sitting at as I type this masterpiece of a blog post right now.

Tomorrow might be different. The in person meeting I am driving the 70+ miles for runs from 12-2:00. Is that too late in the day for me to drive a little more than an hour to work from home for the last couple of hours of the day? I’m definitely not staying in Foxborough, but I could drive to my actual office building in Westwood and finish the day there. I don’t want to do that, but from a self guilt stand point that might be the way to go. I will see if I can bring myself to run the two options (home or Westwood) past my boss and see if he even cares which choice I make.

All of this means that I have one more day this week where I have to get up extremely early so that I can get my morning exercise in before I leave, and still leave early enough to drive the hour and a half it takes to get to where I need to be. It is stressing me out big time, but at least I should be back to one day in the office each week for the next few months. Come March though… mandatory two days. Shit.

Okay then, it’s 8:00pm. I finished dinner about half an hour ago. I am still feeling pretty full in my little tiny faux stomach gastric bypassed pouch. Today is supposed to be national ice cream day. I can’t eat real ice cream anymore, but I have a sugar free ice cream-esque thing in the freezer that I can have. That will allow me to get in on the ice creamy celebration, and it also has five grams of protein! Bonus!

I think I’ll watch an episode of Deep Space Nine and then see if I am hungry enough for a snack. I probably will be. What I should do is try to write some music, but I don’t think I have it in me tonight. It was a long day in what is amounting to a very long week.

I’ll survive… somehow… day by day.