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Friday,
March 18, 2005
Running around like a stripe-assed baboon
I'm going to Illinois this weekend for a friend's 30th wedding anniversary, which requires two hotel reservations (one in Chicago tonight, one in Savanna tomorrow night), a car reservation, printing of maps, stopping at Walgreens to get some toiletries, yadda yadda yadda. I still have no idea where their mansion (yes, it's a mansion) is -- it doesn't have a street address, just the name of the house -- but apparently all the locals know where it is, so I suppose I can stop off at a gas station if necessary and ask someone.
Oops, just got email from her -- they're going to have someone waiting in the lobby of the hotel to welcome their overnight guests, and there will be transportation from the bottom of the hill up to the house. This is going to be VERY interesting.
I'm sure that when I'm settled into the hotel and tucking into some Geno's East tonight, I'll be much more relaxed. For now, though, I'm somewhat. . .stressed.
And if that wasn't enough
El Jefe is going on vacation next week, so I'm going to be the point person for the department -- woohoo! If anyone needs something from our people, they'll talk to me about it, and I need to make daily rounds to make sure my colleagues aren't running into problems and find out where they are in their scheduled tasks.
I wonder if the power will go to my head? Perhaps I should request offerings of chocolate. Mmmmm. . .