My drunk ass rolled home sometime after 2 a.m. last night.
Had a fun night with old friends.
A fun week with my team.
Fun previous week with my fam in Tokyo.
Boss surprised me by calling yesterday after I’d canceled our meeting. Fun police.
Anyway I should be working now. But my friends are leaving town tomorrow. And let’s face it, I’d rather hang with them than deal with the laundry list of stuff Boss was asking about.
Or with the laundry list of stuff I won’t even bother telling anyone about. Because it usually takes longer to talk about it than to just do it.
Like no, Dan, we were bowling partners. I was in Tokyo, then jet-lagged, then locked in a ballroom with 500 of our closest colleagues and customers, then a wee bit hungover.
Or as I call it, exhausted from three really good weeks.
My friends want to meet up in another city for my birthday. I already have non-refundable plans. But I’m closing in on a higher status with Marriott, so I can’t imagine they wouldn’t help a sister out.
Good problems to have, all of them.