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This day is going to last forever. It isn't even time for lunch yet. Speaking of which, I'm ordering takeout from Hello Deli. Their Greek dressing with the veggie sandwich is begging to be eaten.
I finished Lean Mean Thirteen, and it was most excellent. I would give details, but I know that many people on my flist plan on reading it, and I don't want to spoil them.
Alcoholic Boss is back. He swept into the office this morning after a few weeks at the Betty Ford Clinic. I hid behind my desk so I didn't have to give him a hug. He's a long hugger. I pull away after three seconds; he latches onto me for nearly ten. So not cool. He told me that his wife bought me a present for all of my help while he was away in rehab, and he says I'm going to love it. We'll see. Having a conversation with him while he's sober is very odd. I've never seen him this coherent. There's an office pool on his sobriety occurring on the down-low, so I think most of my co-workers are pretty cynical on whether this will last. Personally, I don't think he'll avoid the vodka for more than two months, but he could prove me wrong. I certainly hope he does for his sake.
It's shaping up to be a busy week. Jason and I have a radio show to do tonight, and we won't get home until well into the wee hours of the morning. The office is celebrating the other boss's birthday tomorrow by having lunch at Trombinos. On Thursday, I have to attend the concealed carry class after work for three hours. Ditto on Friday evening. And Saturday I'll be at the gun range all day with Jason and a couple people from work, hopefully qualifying for my concealed handgun license. I'm looking forward to most, if not all of these things, but it sure is a pain to modify my comfortable routine.
I finished Lean Mean Thirteen, and it was most excellent. I would give details, but I know that many people on my flist plan on reading it, and I don't want to spoil them.
Alcoholic Boss is back. He swept into the office this morning after a few weeks at the Betty Ford Clinic. I hid behind my desk so I didn't have to give him a hug. He's a long hugger. I pull away after three seconds; he latches onto me for nearly ten. So not cool. He told me that his wife bought me a present for all of my help while he was away in rehab, and he says I'm going to love it. We'll see. Having a conversation with him while he's sober is very odd. I've never seen him this coherent. There's an office pool on his sobriety occurring on the down-low, so I think most of my co-workers are pretty cynical on whether this will last. Personally, I don't think he'll avoid the vodka for more than two months, but he could prove me wrong. I certainly hope he does for his sake.
It's shaping up to be a busy week. Jason and I have a radio show to do tonight, and we won't get home until well into the wee hours of the morning. The office is celebrating the other boss's birthday tomorrow by having lunch at Trombinos. On Thursday, I have to attend the concealed carry class after work for three hours. Ditto on Friday evening. And Saturday I'll be at the gun range all day with Jason and a couple people from work, hopefully qualifying for my concealed handgun license. I'm looking forward to most, if not all of these things, but it sure is a pain to modify my comfortable routine.
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It's hard to stay sober after so many years of non sobriety. I wish him good luck.
I want to hear about your gun classes and how the range goes!
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You're going to love the range I bet. Just make sure you wear ear protection.