I’m FINALLY back online, after over 2 days of no connectivity. I’d like to report that the office move went off without a hitch, but it didn’t…
I came in on Monday to discover that I had been told to label all of my blongings with the WRONG OFFICE NUMBER. Hence, all of my boxes, monitor, computer wires, etc. were all delivered directly to storage. The new offices aren’t finished… Literally… I’m talking the stairs and hallways into our offices are still bare wood and are in the process of being painted, with ‘WET PAINT’ signs glaring angrily at you every way you turn. There is also a piece of paper with a peace sign drawn on it, and I’m not quite sure what that means in the world of construction workers.
So in our offices, we had all kinds of workers who were useless because the servers were down, scores of movers who were tripping over the construction workers that are scrambling to finish the building. We even have some spots where we’re walking on carpet padding instead of carpet. Lovely.
One good thing about the move is my new desk, which once belonged to the former CEO. It’s NICE. I’m talking dark red wood executive type desk. Too bad it had to be paired with some 1970s era chairs.
The fact that my stuff was missing and I couldn’t get online meant that I had almost two full days off from work. On Monday, I called JB to gloat about my ‘rough’ work day, and he suggested I come meet him up at Lake Tahoe by his work. I thought this was a wonderful idea, and packed a picnic of wine, cheese, salami, crackers, sushi, and edamame. I hopped in the Trans Am and enjoyed a fun ride up the mountain as I followed a Porsche. You wouldn’t believe how well people move over to let you pass when there is a Porsche and a Trans Am coming up behing them.
So JB and I met up at the beach right at sunset, and had the beach to ourselves, except for two Canadian Geese that watched us for about ten minutes. We polished off the bottle of wine, and after watching the sunset, we were treated by watching the moon rise. We went for a lovely moonlit walk on the beach *insert romantic sigh here*, and I must say, it was one of the best dates EVER.
On Tuesday, I slept in a bit, headed into the office, then headed back home, and managed to get all kinds of stuff done around the house. I later went for a trail run, where I fell AGAIN, and am now scraped up on my hand and my leg. I think it’s time to go find a track.
As for the weekend, JB and I watched my two year old nephew, Jack, on Friday and Saturday. I must say I think we did a swell job, but neither of us can stop talking like the little tyke. Our conversations now have inserts of ‘uh-ohs’, ‘eeeewwsss’, ‘scary’, etc. It’s actually rather entertaining.
On Sunday, JB and I did a 5k Race for the Cure run. I’m happy to report that I shaved over seven minutes off of my time since April. JB still beat me by five minutes, but cripes, his legs must be at least a foot longer than mine!
So that’s the update. Contrary to popular belief in my family, I haven’t dropped off the face of the earth, I haven’t been kidnapped by JB, and I am not sick. I’m alive and kickin’.