But I do know when I will be back again.. Sunday!
Yup, I am off tomorrow to board a plane and fly to the other side of my rather large country for a conference. While I am away and in the lovely place called Niagara Falls, I will be doing worky type things and probably drinking too much. I did mention the open bars at this conference did I not? Oh. My. Word. How could I possibly NOT mention free booze. Of course the free booze is not why I go, it just helps me sleep. Shush you!
THEN.. and here's the bestest part!!! After the worky conference thingy with free booze, I will be going back to Toronto where I will get to spend the weekend with the lovely and wonderful Danica Dragonfly!!!
*does a little dance* Of course I am super excited to get to meet her in real life, face to face, hanging out and chilling!! But (how did you know there was a but here??) I am also a little nervous? I mean, what if we cause some sort of cosmic nuclear reaction that we could dub, "When good bloggers go bad." Maybe we should do a video blog while we are together causing mayhem, I mean, um, being good and not doing anything fun related AT ALL!!
*Snort*


Of course if you are my mother, you have already thought of all the worst case scenarios and what ifs. 
"What do you mean you've never met her? And you are going to spend the weekend with her? Do you think this is a good idea? What if this...? What if that....?Well dear, as long as you are careful."
OK, MOM...good thing I've made it to almost 40.. I mean 30 something something! MAH GOD.. like I couldn't go if she didn't tell me to be careful? Last time I checked I also wasn't asking her permission either!! Sheesh!!
*kicks dirt*
It's OK, I don't expect her to understand just how excited I am to go, or how many wonderful people I have met out here in cyber space that I consider friends! She doesn't get it and that's OK with me. What is hard though, is when she who doesn't get it, tries to explain it to her mother. You know my almost 90 year old Grandmother??
Last night my grandmother left me the following voice mail.
" Hi AA, grandma here. Sorry I missed your call. Your mother tells me you are off to your conference thing again and then you will be spending some time with your friend you met on the computer. Well be safe dear."
I now have this little image of all of you, being around an inch tall and sitting here on my little screen.
Way to go Mom, way to go!


So this trip will be the longest I have ever been away from the man I married and the Cub. I of course think this is a big deal. Cub, not so much apparently. While I am happy that he is excited for his week alone with Dad, I however would like him to miss me, just a little. I was feeling pretty mopey about it last night and he and I were joking around, I kept asking him if he was going to miss me, and he kept saying Nope, NUH UH, with the biggest of grins. So in the nature of the joke, I kidded that if he wasn't going to miss me then I sure didn't need to bring anything back for him. Well of course I will miss you MOM! But just a little!
Then the man I married, pipes in and says,"Well if you don't miss her, maybe she won't come home!" "HA!" says Cub.
And that's when I did it. That's right at the point that I reduced my poor 7 year old Cub to alligator tears that made my heart melt. It was at this point that I jokingly said, "Well maybe I'll just stay there!" I have never heard him say NO with quite that much fear in his voice.
Yeah, I lost my Mom button. I cried , I hugged him and I explained that I was just trying to be funny like he was, but that it was very mean of me.
Bad, Bad, Mom.
Hopefully he won't think of that particular moment at any point this week and that he and Dad have the best week without Mom EVER!
(Of course the poor man I married is slightly freaking out about the whole 'cooking and lunches' idea, so if you see him lurking around the internet looking and asking for recipes and easy dishes to make, please be gentle.)
Hopefully I will be checking in periodically ( if the hotel has free wifi I will be for sure!!)
Have a great week! But don't have too much fun! Oh and BE SAFE!!


Smooches!

We may have reached critical mass around here. The moving company comes tomorrow to estimate the move. Boxes are lined up and ready to pack. The new space has been finalized and most importantly the internet is hooked up and good to go. We will officially be in our new office July 1^st. 

 What’s that you say fellow Canadians? July 1^st isn’t that a holiday? Why yes . Did you know it falls on a Thursday, and for some cockamamie reason our government has the foresight to decide that Canada’s birthday MUST be celebrated on the actual day and not moved to the following Friday. COME ON!! Every child who celebrates a birthday during the week has to wait until the weekend to have the birthday party. Couldn’t we do the same for Canada’s birthday?  

Apparently even statutory holidays mean little to the self absorbed. You see yahoo wanted me to be at work on the 1^st because * insert whiny voice here and perhaps a little foot stomp* it is our official first day in the new office. When I explained that it was a HOLIDAY and that I would NOT be in the office, his response was, well what am I supposed to do?

Oh I don’t fucking know?? How about not go in and take the day off like the rest of the country!? NO ONE IS GOING TO CALL!!!

On a side note, I did prevail in my not coming in on the 1^st and in addition to that I managed to take the Friday off so indeed I will get a long weekend. Employee’s with several weeks of vacation accrued can be a royal pain in the tucka apparently? Who knew?

I will be thankful and probably massively hung-over for a day or two once this move is completed. OK I won’t be hung-over at work- I will actually be partaking in this little endeavour on my days off while others are moving my stuff, so that I may actually want to return to my employment.  Because right now I don’t think I can take much more and just the very thought of having to drag my butt – which is no small feat let me tell you into the office is enough cause for committal.

Suffice it to say for many reasons that I cannot get into, I have been rather whacked out on the stress front. Trying to organize someone who prides themselves on not being organized is like herding horny cats. Little buggers howl, grown and are always dashing off somewhere to get….some while the herder is left with a ripe o’ litter box.

I am clinging to the fact that once this move/divorce is over that my work life will resume some sort of normalcy. Although I have  yet to see any indication of what the hell normal actually IS around here,  let alone what normal is going to be . There will be less factors to have to deal with; no trolls or righteous I know more than you do because I am older than you bu,t have never done your job receptionists.

I hope that is a little ray of sunshine I see there peeking between the clouds.

AA

So I got an awesome award, from an awesome lady, and I was all set to do what I have to do to get it done and yet here I am not writing it and now I need to explain why, why I'm not posting it and why I am using one large run on sentence to explain everything.

 I had planned  for today's post to be the award, but instead I am going to give you the gist of how well my 'planned' day has gone thus far;

• If you spend the night before staying up late- you will most certainly not get up on time. Then your Cub will not get up on time, because you remembered that you didn't do any prep for a client that is meeting with your boss first thing before you get into work so you spend 20 minutes emailing him forms and not getting your child up. By now Cub has slept in another 20 minutes on top of the extra 15. Now you have to drive your child straight to school, because, in yet another brilliant move, you didn't make his lunch the night before, and you are now 1/2 hour late for the bus. 
• If you are already late for work, the volume of traffic will grow exponentially, so much so that it comes to a virtual stand still on the freeway.
• If you haul your butt into work a measly 45 minutes late, rest assured the hypochondriac coworker will decide that she must now leave for the day before she dies from inhaling too much of her own crap....  Just before she leaves for the weekend, she dumps a crap load of work, and is barking out orders like a drill Sargent on crack.. You are now alone and doing the work load for 3 people because the receptionist is on holidays too.
• If your boss seems pretty damn chipper be wary... Unless of course he has spent the last four days 'chatting' with some new chicky on the interwebs..good for him...what was that? You are booking off the next two days? You are leaving today at noon? You are flying to the Coast? Sure I can do all that stuff that needs to be done before the end of Friday....here let me hold the door for you....

 Breathes in.....Breathes out

So the boss is gone. The receptionist is on holidays. The gnome has left ill, and I am here with one boss left and a craptastic amount of work to do ...( Can't you tell??)

Oh and if you were planning to have a nice relaxing drive home, maybe go for a bike ride when you get home, forget it, because instead Mother Nature has decided your city needs a little dusting done. Just a minor wind warning, just to blow out the cobwebs...I mean, the winds are only expected to reach 90km/hr..with rain and snow....

So instead of doing an awesome post, I rant...and cry...and reach for the flask in my desk drawer..

Today we whine....tomorrow...AWARD!!