I'm thinking about going home, taking a shower, getting my jammies and coming back to go to sleep here in the office. With the AC turned off, it is tolerably comfortable. I have a little bedroll in the armoire in my office. I have a blankie. I have toothpaste. There are seven bathrooms to choose from. There is broadband. And there is a kitchen.
And I cannot ABIDE the idea of getting out into that TRAFFIC any more than absolutely, unavoidably necessary. The frikken snowbirds have returned early to check their winter homes here in Florida, and of course, now that they are here, they might as well stay right through, right? Is this what it's come to, this global warming? Hurricane season longer and later and tourist season longer and sooner? It's simply intolerable. They are committing Buick offenses right and left. They are craning their necks and surveying the damage, and their looky-loo behavior is a life-threatening hazard to navigation. I do not even have an up-high car anymore to improve my vantage point for anticipating their impending Buick offenses. Furthermore, they have NO BUSINESS being here until AFTER XMAS!!! Except Mrs. Fishbein. She may be here, because she made herself useful as soon as she arrived. And Irv and Dovie. Irv and Dovie are always welcome home, no matter when.
Oh, but the rest of them, good GOD, what wrath have You visited upon us? I will never survive an extra two months of Season. I will jam a pencil in my eye. I will start a whole separate blog just to rant about commuting. I will practice witchcraft and throw hexes and make my children ride the city bus. I will give up driving altogether and simply live in my office until after Easter.
Maybe I'll just move to South Carolina.
Posted by ae at November 9, 2005 9:20 PMhey Foster,
How many people tell you that you work too much?
You should never sleep at work unless it is your own business. From my limited vantage point into your world, it seems to me you are a workoholic.
Slap my silly and call me Humberto if I'm wrong and my face will go red.
Anyway, I work too much sometimes and I'm rewarding myself with a trip to Vegas in January. I've already booked it - that is the key right there. Booking it.
I implore you to book a trip somewhere away from work for a prolonged period of time. I dare you to. Do it this week. I double dare you.
Or will you be chicken? Don't expect no golden egg to come out if you stay in the pen all year.
tony out.
Posted by: tony at November 10, 2005 1:39 AMDovie and Irv arrive tomorrow, thank G-d.
Irv's even trying to throw away his walker, miracle of miracles.
fyi - they don't let Irv drive anymore. :-)
Posted by: Me at November 10, 2005 10:46 AMWell, that's the best two-fer I had all day! And a bris tonight! Our cup runneth over!
Posted by: ae at November 10, 2005 10:54 AMIt's a shanda and a charpeh that the snowbirds are driving you into such a matsav. Here's hoping the mohel has a steady hand. Don't go to SC. Come to NC. I have room.
Posted by: Ari von Rothberg at November 10, 2005 4:14 PM