Why is it that the clients I think hate me the most, the ones I lose my patience with, the ones that I don't ever want to see again, think I am the greatest thing since sliced bread? You read about them yesterday. You read what a horrible time I had. They sent an email to my boss saying that I was the best instructor ever and they can't wait to work with us again and to send me there right away. Seriously? No. I need to shoot myself first.
I spent most of my day at an airport yesterday. I got there around 3:30, got to the terminal about 4. I tried to get on an earlier flight home. It wasn't happening. So I ended up sitting in the Admiral's Club until 11am. About 6 hours. Only upside is I got my timesheet done and my expense report. It was less I had to deal with when I got home. B picked me up and we were home by 3:30. Did laundry, repacked, had dinner, watched tv, printed everything for this weekend, went to bed around 9.
Now I am back off to the airport. The same airport I have seen four times in six days. WTF? This concert better be worth it. I have anxiety about it, but am going to let it go.
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