Considering it is Monday, things are not going overly bad. I could be feeling that way partly because I am subsisting on highly sugared pastry and Mountain Dew (breakfast of champions, I know.) I really am looking forward to the sugar crash this afternoon.
My office is in true shock this morning; I came in almost cheery, garbed in something other than black, with my straight hair precariously pulled into a low-slung ponytail, as always the consummate professional.
The rest of the office has taken advantage of the nice weather and has opted for shorts and flip-flops for their business appropriate day. Maybe I am a bit too hard on my office and the dress code that I try and enforce, but I am not sure that I want my lawyer to wear shorts. But then again, I am one never to be found in shorts anyways, even on those 40+ days. No one wants to see my ghostly white legs, and all of the veins that run the length, least of all me.
The weekend went by too quickly, but was fun while it lasted. We all went out for Jenny’s birthday on Friday night, and hit up Dionysios, the local Greek restaurant. Not knowing whether to impressed or afraid, the whole, and I mean whole restaurant is covered with knick-knacks, chotchies, ornaments and stuff. From ceiling to floor, there is not one inch of space that is bare.
The guitar player behind us played obscure Beatles songs all night (Much to my excitement.) and then announced that there was a birthday. We all got ready to sing Happy Birthday to our dear Jenny, when it turns out the song was not intended for our party, but some other birthday celebrators.
It definitely was a funny restaurant, but the food was good, and it was different from our regular stopping grounds.
Sunday, after an amusing Break the Fast, and introducing myself to a guy that Jenny lovingly referred to as Skelator, we organized another bocce ball game. Our plan is to have a major tournament sometime this summer. I definitely need to practice up on my long game, but we all seem to have fun regardless who wins and who loses. Proof that when young athletes compete, there are no losers.
This week starts the beginning our “summer” hours wherein we have to/get to work an extra half an hour everyday (when I am not working until 5:00 anyways.), although on our early day we leave at 1:30 instead of 3:30. Anyone who has waited for me to finish work on the early day understands that actually leaving this place early is more of a pipedream than reality. Although this morning, after explaining our Sarah Slean concert in Calgary this evening and early day routine to RDP, I am fully prepared to punch anyone in the throat that tries to make me work late.
Looking forward to the concert tonight.
Missing Jenny already. Bon Voyage! Be safe!
Blaming the geese for all of the trouble we are about to get into.
Please, God Speed.
As Always,
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