So Thursday, I was home from work by 1pm. Went through a box of Kleenex. Friday, no job to go to, went to lunch with an old friend and dinner with a former coworker. We were supposed to be at dinner to talk about the big hooplah the prior weekend, but given the recent events had other things to discuss.
Saturday, I had to wait for the cable guy. While waiting, I called B to see if she could meet me in 30 minutes to go clean out my desk. Thirty minutes, fifty, same thing, right? We got to the office around 11. I was so thankful she came with me, as I knew that not only physically I would have a lot to clean up and distribute around as I work on a lot of stuff I didn’t want to just leave out, but it would be easier if she could help.
It took about 15 minutes to clean up my personal stuff, no brainer. But we were there for two hours Continue reading