Travel

My work week that is. I haven’t posted quite as much over the last couple of days as I thought I might. Since my boss is out of town I am taking care of her job, as well as mine. Normally I will have a manager trainee to run my shop when she is on vacation, but not this time. I have been getting up at 3:30, going in to my store to take care of paperwork and prep, then heading to one of the other stores for the day, then back to my store again. Luckily both the other managers are working this weekend, so it is pretty much a normal weekend. I was able to sleep until quarter of five or so today.

Stephanie and the girls are in Bluffton until Wednesday, and Chris is in Anchorage for another week and a half, so it is pretty fucking boring around here. At least the bed will still be made when she comes home, as I will probably spend the week on the couch. Guess I need to do some cleaning around the house this afternoon if I get home at a decent time.

Recieved an email last night from Yabu, and the Helen blogmeet is 9/08 – 9/10. W00t! Looking forward to it. I think that both the SO and I are going to try and make it, just have to get a babysitter for the weekend. It’s kind of early in the fall for me to be taking another vacation, but who gives a fuck anyway. I have taken all of them early this year anyway, and my boss is looking to take off the week in October that I took last year, it is the week that county schools are out for fall break.

I did manage to exchange a couple of emails last night with a blogger that’s mad at me for saying that she has snakes in her head. All women have snakes in their head, it’s just that some have really fucking big ones. I will stand by that statement to my grave.

Well, it’s off to work. Maybe I will have a chance this evening to do more than read other blogs. It’s payday, so that is historically a pretty long day for me.

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I haven’t really posted much about my trip to Savannah, as I wanted a bit of time to think so that I could post something halfway intelligent. Fuck it. No amount of time is going to change it either way.

It took me longer than it should have to get there. Five or six hours I guess. I made several stops on the way. I wasn’t feeling very good Thursday so I stopped at all of the rest stops (three of them I think) as well as a couple of gas and pee stops. Got in a little after noon. It was pretty easy to find the hotel. A lot of us stayed at the La Quinta on Abercorn, which was pretty close to the funeral home. Since I got there at a decent time, I managed to get them to let me check in three hours early and showered. Probably a good thing since I had been in the car all day.

Once personal hygiene was taken care of I called Zonker to see where the hell everyone was. Everyone was going to meet for lunch at the City Market. He gave me directions and I headed out. Apparently the were initially going somewhere near River Street, but it was too crowded so they had changed their minds. I headed out and got started. I didn’t make it too far before he called me back and told me that there was no place to park, so we were going to meet at a restaurant near the hotel. No problem. Minor cluster fuck, but that’s what happens when you get a bunch of free souls (fucking hard heads) together.

I managed to get there first and have a beer at the bar. The first people to get there were Recondo32, Georgia, and their son Rick. Everyone else arrived shortly thereafter. I met Zonker, as well as Eric, Key, Yabu, Elisson, Denny, and Velociman. Damn it, today started 20 hours ago. I am missing someone, and I can’t figure out who. Oh well, send me a flaming hate mail and I will correct the error of my ways.

After lunch we headed back to the hotel to change. I hedged my bets from my earlier entry and brought along a shirt and tie, which I donned with misgivings about having my ass melt off. The service itself was actually a pleasant surprise. No fire and brimstone, which I am extremely grateful for. The preacher gave everyone an opportunity to speak about Rob if they wanted. A couple of buddies that had known him since high school got up and spoke some nice things about him. Then Livey spoke for a few minutes. She brought along her snakes as well. I hate funerals, so I didn’t hang around inside very long once the thing was over. I hear that they had his ashes in a pretty cool box. Outside I met Catfish, Dizzy Girl, and several other bloggers whose urls escape me at the moment.

We all headed over to the celebration which was in full swing by the time we got there, since most of us wanted out of the fucking monkey suits. I still have my ass but I swear I lost five pounds in sweat. I got to meet Sam and Stacey. They are both really nice and met us down on River Street later in the evening. Stevie was there, but I never got a chance to introduce myself. Maybe next time. I met lots of other people in Rob’s family, as well as some other bloggers, but apparently that short-term memory loss is taking it’s toll so I won’t try to list them tonight.

As I said before, we did head down to River Street and hung out for a couple of hours. Probably would have stayed longer but they closed the damn place on us. After that, several folks got together back at the La Quinta, but by that time my head was pounding, I felt like I wanted to puke, and couldn’t even eat much of anything. I just crashed at the hotel. I ended up sleeping about two hours later than I wnated to on Friday, so didn’t pull out of Savannah until about 7am. I had a nice time even though I felt so bad, and am looking forward to going to Helen in the fall, perhaps I will actually open my mouth once or twice. I put in for my next vacation this morning (my bosses were thrilled about that one) and am planning my week around Helen (right in the middle so that if I get too shitfaced I have time to recover.

Well, I have to get up for work in five hours, have to take my ass to bed.

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