Certifiably Insane
Tuesday Night: A Street Car Named Desire at the Kennedy Center.
Wednesday: Fly to San Diego. Work all day.
Thursday: Work all day. Red Eye to DC.
Friday: Arrive DC. Unpack. Do Laundry. Pack. Go back to airport. Fly to France.
Yes, LawyerX and I are going to France for the Thanksgiving week. He's never been to Paris and he'll get to meet my sister. Plus we're going to spend a couple of days down in the Loire Valley. And we've got some fantastic dinners planned in France to include dinner in the Eiffel Tower.
I can't wait. Just dreading the insane jet lag whiplash I'm going to have.
Labels: travel
I Hate People
I do.
Seriously.
Just in general terms, I hate people.
To be more specific, I guess hate people who are useless, annoying, obstacles to progress, irrational, and ignorant (wither intentionally or not).
Today, my hate goes to Mr. No.
"Well I don't want to tell anyone how to suck eggs." My what a lovely phrase.
Let me translate that for you:
"Well, I don't want to tell
you how to suck eggs." See that sounds so much better, right?
But let's try one more translation:
"Sure, I'm the technical expert on this process but I'm not really going to give you any real information that would actually be helpful because then I might actually have to do my job."
Well, that's a loose translation, but I think you can figure it out.
Do you see why I hate people?
Labels: work
