Happy Birthday to Alina and Farewell to Flist!
Enjoy your day, enjoy your champagne, and make the Elves (*ahem* Feanor!) treat you nicely! Many hugs and best wishes to you!
Now, I am leaving work in forty-four minutes, not like I am counting or anything. Forty-four minutes. Then it's off to the apartment to finish packing and taking care of some last-minutes odds and ends, then off to my in-laws' house, who are driving us to the airport at the ungodly hour of 3 a.m. Then...Puerto Rico!
I have been trying not to think of it, not wanting to get burned out too badly with work in the interim, but now it's here and I can think about it all I want! Nine days in the Caribbean! Woohoo!
Of course, last night, I could not sleep because I was too busy thinking of all that I have yet to do, worrying over remembering things like sharpening the pencils that I wear to hold up my hair since one split and was pulling my hair. Or remembering to put a fresh coat of blue polish on my toenails. In other words, really stupid stuff. Also, because these things always work this way, I have a little cold. Getting four hours of sleep did not help, but I'm hoping that it will take the course of most of my minor maladies and be gone by tomorrow.
Today, I came into work and plunged headlong into what I had to finish. I think that it finally hit Johnny the Boss that I will be gone for six days, leaving him alone in the office, because he was moping around and asking if I needed anything and asking lots of questions about what I do. I told him that I've prepared instructions on how to do every aspect of my job that he does not know. As many things as I can do in advance, I did. The most time I've missed in a single chunk is three days, but he did my job and his for a year before I was hired, so hopefully he can handle six days, even though lots has changed since that time.
Well, I have a couple more things to polish off, but I wanted to send my best regards to my flist. I will return in ten days with a complete account of my holiday, more pictures than you can shake a stick at, and hopefully, a skin tone slightly darker than my current White White-girl. And by darker, I mean brown, not red.