Here’s a quick run down of what I’ve got to do tomorrow:
- Get in the fifteen foot truck that we spent twelve hours loading, unloading, organizing and the reorganizing and reloading and eventually completely overloading at seven in the morning.
- Politely let my perennially incompetent co-worker who, because of his incompetence, will be sleep deprived to the point of mispronunciation, drive the first leg of the trip up to Boston.
- Grip the dashboard white knuckled and pray every second as our forty ton behemoth lumbers up route 95, swerving in and out of our lane until said incompetent co-worker allows me to drive.
- Get behind the wheel and drive the remaining 95% of the way on zero shocks, scraping mud flats and through traffic thick with Mass-holes.
- Unload truck. Actually I don’t have to do that, I get to watch that happen. It’s a highlight.
- Plead with co-worker who’s been sleeping the entire time, NOT to go to Home Depot to pick up things that he’s of course forgotten as this will take another twelve hours.
- Arrive at hotel around midnight.
- Order room service.
- Shower again, hopefully removing shame (this is not work related).
- Go to the hotel restaurant and (now free of shame) shamelessly hit on the bitter divorcee behind the bar.
- Compliment her on the eye shadow twenty years too young for her.
Not quite sure after that. Off to bed, got a big day tomorrow!