Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Vacation Love.

I was away from the office for more than 5 business days. I haven't done that since I gave birth 11 years ago, and to do it now felt illicit and wonderful. The weather repaid my sneaking around on my job by being gorgeous. 80 degree days, 60 degree nights, and a beach within walking distance. God, I hate to come back to sitting in my hovel, reading dry documents, engaging in the odd skirmish and trying to track down people who don't really want to talk to me.

Fortunately, I can be a real jerk sometimes, and the night I left work (having had a knockdown dragout with my boss in a very public way), I wrote a late email to all persons reminding them of their many obligations to the law and pointing out the SEC's enhanced budget for looking into them. Apparently, it created quite a stir and I was treated like a queen or anthrax on my return. Solitude is solace.


Archaeopteryx said...

"Obligations to the law?" Think you could get that message to Washington any time soon?

Keifus said...

I'm trying to figure out why the thought of a knock-down dragout with my boss doesn't fill me with evil glee. I think it's because I'm just happier when I don't talk to him.

K (consequences shmonsequences, as long as I'm rich)