There is really not a whole lot you can say about the work week. I get up, go to the office, come back, go to dinner, talk to Lisa, and go to sleep. Usually it’s repeat 5 times, but this week it was only repeat 4 times. In a fortuitous turn of events, the week we arrived in Argentina the government declared a national holiday, presumable to celebrate some military coup in the fairly recent past, for Friday 3/24. So, while Monday through Thursday was the seemingly unending cycle described above, Friday was work from the hotel day. I’m sure you can imagine exactly how much work actually got done.
The boss and I agreed the night before to meet at 11:00 so that he could review some of my work. Actually, he said, “What time to you want to get together to talk about your work papers tomorrow?” on Thursday night. My reply was, “ Don’t even think about knocking on my door before 10:30 unless you want to be hurt. And don’t try calling either; I’m taking my phone off the hook.” Fortunately he didn’t press the issue. I slept in late – very late – and had only just finished getting dressed and turned on the computer when he knocked on my door. Good timing. He invaded my space and made a few minor comments on my work. We decided to get together again at 1:30 for lunch, and he went back to his room. I very quickly made the changes he wanted, which took all of about 10 minutes and proceeded to whip out my DVD player and watch some Stargate SG-1. Stargate was a big player on that workday and in my weekend in general. I kept saying “I intend to do this” or “I intend to do that”, but you know what they say about the road to hell…
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