It's Friiiiiiidaaaaaaaaay
Mar. 19th, 2004 09:17 pmLast workday before I leave for Charlottesville on Monday. Didn't get as much done as I wanted, and actually spent the last hour and a half just cleaning off my desk and organizing the stacks. Dumped lots of paper, and left behind some semblance of organization and stretches of visible laminate. It will make it that much easier when I get back because I will have to hit the ground running. A couple of good things happened--two big things sort of resolved themselves, which meant I could ease back on them. Of course, several little things swarmed in to take their place, but those got done.
I won't be back in the office until April 1. That means I can tell myself that I won't be returning until next month. It sounds better that way.
In job hunt news, one of the three jobs I applied for proved a no-go. I fulfilled the minimum requirements, but they planned to pursue other candidates--the usual cut and paste kiss-off. Oh well, that wasn't the job I was really interested in. We'll see how the other two go.
Busy weekend. Last minute shopping. Packing. Getting the puppies prepped for their trip to the boarding kennel. I admit I'm a little concerned. This will be King's first kennel stay, and I'm hoping that Mickey won't think he's being taken back to a shelter. The good thing about this kennel is that the pups will be rooming together. I can bring along their own brand of food, as well as whatever toys and bedding I want them to have. In addition, there are activities that I can sign them up for--I swear, I feel like I'm sending my kids to summer camp. I can sign King up for a pool party if I wish. Given how much he loves water, this is probably a good thing to do. There are nature walks, a playground, and 20-minutes breaks with a peanut butter Kong. These dogs may have so much fun they won't want to come home.
Mom thinks I'll cry when I drop them off. She's probably right.
I won't be back in the office until April 1. That means I can tell myself that I won't be returning until next month. It sounds better that way.
In job hunt news, one of the three jobs I applied for proved a no-go. I fulfilled the minimum requirements, but they planned to pursue other candidates--the usual cut and paste kiss-off. Oh well, that wasn't the job I was really interested in. We'll see how the other two go.
Busy weekend. Last minute shopping. Packing. Getting the puppies prepped for their trip to the boarding kennel. I admit I'm a little concerned. This will be King's first kennel stay, and I'm hoping that Mickey won't think he's being taken back to a shelter. The good thing about this kennel is that the pups will be rooming together. I can bring along their own brand of food, as well as whatever toys and bedding I want them to have. In addition, there are activities that I can sign them up for--I swear, I feel like I'm sending my kids to summer camp. I can sign King up for a pool party if I wish. Given how much he loves water, this is probably a good thing to do. There are nature walks, a playground, and 20-minutes breaks with a peanut butter Kong. These dogs may have so much fun they won't want to come home.
Mom thinks I'll cry when I drop them off. She's probably right.