In T-minus 5 hours and 43 minutes it will officially be 5 o'clock p.m. and I will officially be on vacation. (Don't worry. I'll have internet access. I will be blogging. :)
It can't come sooner. I'm at the point right now with my job that I would rather eat beets and be seen wearing tapered jeans than come into work.
I haven't had a vacation since March of 2006. Oh sure I've had days off here and there. I've taken long weekends and two days off in a row but nothing extended. I can't wait to be on vacation. Sweet relief
And isn't it so funny that right before you're about to go on vacation something shit stormy always happens to put you, in like, the WORST mood. I work with a lot of people who are under the impression that they are better than everyone else. They believe that their prep-school, Upper East Side upbringing allows them to 1.) talk shit about everyone and 2.) treat you as if you were the dirt on the gum that is stuck to their last season Gucci pumps.
And of course it's got to be someone that I just really can't stand. Plus I'm not very good at hiding my dislike for people to begin with. Frankly, everyone to me is an ass until proven otherwise. (It really is the only way to roll....trust me.)
Anyway. It just blew my mind and I had to vent. Naturally this person would start crap with me the day of my vacation. It never fails.
I will close with my inner chant:
This time tomorrow you'll be at the beach. This time tomorrow you'll be at the beach. This time tomorrow you'll be at the beach. This time tomorrow you'll be at the beach....