Working Hard for this Adventure
Trip Start
Nov 12, 2008
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Trip End
Dec 02, 2008

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It's late, I'm tired and still at work. Vicki is picking me up at 4:30am which isn't that far away considering I'm still at work and um... not really packed yet. Last minute is sadly still my middle name. My parents tried to name me something else, it says something else on my passport but really - they should have just stuck with something more descriptive, "procrastinator", "last minute", or my personal favorite "I'm running late." I'm at the point though where I can't wait. Everything's wrapped up for the most part, or at least handed off (is it wrong that I'm kind of sad about handing off some projects?) and I'm ready to go.
A trip to the post office and bank proved unsuccessful seeing as today is Veteran's Day. Oops. Although, come to think of it the only thing that did prove successful during my mid-day outing to get my computer fixed, a watch battery replaced and pick up lunch - was actually lunch. The computer couldn't be fixed today and the watch battery did get replaced but as I was driving back to work, the watch band broke leaving me watchless once again. As the watch slid off my wrist and onto the floor of my car, I wondered if it is a sign. A sign of what, I'm not sure. Just as I'm completely sure that the watch falling off of my body has nothing to do with the fact that I'm a complete procrastinator and am always running late. Or the fact that I'm typing instead of wrapping up and heading home to pack. Happy travels. Next time will be from 'nam.
A trip to the post office and bank proved unsuccessful seeing as today is Veteran's Day. Oops. Although, come to think of it the only thing that did prove successful during my mid-day outing to get my computer fixed, a watch battery replaced and pick up lunch - was actually lunch. The computer couldn't be fixed today and the watch battery did get replaced but as I was driving back to work, the watch band broke leaving me watchless once again. As the watch slid off my wrist and onto the floor of my car, I wondered if it is a sign. A sign of what, I'm not sure. Just as I'm completely sure that the watch falling off of my body has nothing to do with the fact that I'm a complete procrastinator and am always running late. Or the fact that I'm typing instead of wrapping up and heading home to pack. Happy travels. Next time will be from 'nam.
