So last week, I had to do double duty as the receptionist was on holiday. I very nearly decapitated someone with a letter opener. At least, I thought strongly about it. I told one of the couriers, who made a couple of visits per day, to just throw anything else that came for us in the garbage. He laughed and I said, "I'm not kidding." and he said, "I just can't do it." and I thought, ya, go smoke some more pot, bike courier man, before I stab you for bringing me more work. I thought it but it would have been a special brand of funny to have said it.
The receptionist is back now, and I feel like laying gifts at her feet. Even when she comes to tell me she has to make a "pit stop" which for her, means going to "tinkle" but to me, conjures images of her re-applying deodorant...I will just be glad she is not on holiday anymore.
The T is over the clouds somewhere between Montreal and Colorado right now. He only left last night but already I miss the mister. He will be touching down in Denver and then back up into the skies, San Diego bound. It's competition time and I think, if they don't win first place this year, they may all spontaneously combust from misery. These chaps have been forgoing the necessities of life, such as sleeping and eating (the single ones still found some time for beer and casual sex though) for the past 6 months to make their autonomous underwater vehicle rad enough to take top prize. So chant some voodoo or drink a gin and tonic in the bathtub or whatever ritual you think might help and send them some kick ass vibes. C'mon, they deserve it!
I miss Tennessee but it's not all bad. I will enjoy the house staying immaculately clean and being able to eat cereal and cherries for dinner and stuff like that. In 9 days he will return triumphant I am sure.
Meanwhile, I am tracking his flight because I have a little stalker in me and because airplanes are evil things! If I track it, with sheer mind power I can keep it in the air and make it safely take-off and land. Mind power and satan of course!
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