Labor Day Weekend

Labor Day weekend bums me out. Don’t get me wrong, I love love love me some three day weekend, but as three day weekends go, this one is the pits. It is the symbolic end of summer. How could it not be a major downer.

Spring in New England is great. Fall in New England is great. Winter in New England is six shades of suck. Summer in New England? Summer in New England is to humans as a belly rub from an Angel is to a kitty. Pretty much the best thing ever.

This week marks the end of the belly rub. Crap.

I am an Idiot

What is the definition of an idiot?

I am covering the holiday today.  I am required to work in a building other than the one in which my desk is located.  The cafeteria is closed, and we are not supposed to leave the building as there would be no one else to cover our calls while we are out.  Therefore, we have all been asked to bring a lunch.

I got up early this morning and made myself a bag lunch.  A nice deli chicken sandwich.  A bag of green grapes.  A handful of little mini kit-kat snack sized thingies.  I put this together and then put it in the fridge while I did my normal work-day morning routine.

Then I left for work.

My bag lunch is still in the fridge.

IDIOT!