I was up early this morning. Not for love of work or anything else. I have a seminar on the new tax act (Trumps tax cut and jobs act) to go to. 8 hours of awesome intellectual stimulation and torture. Not the most fun.
So I’m up. Everyone else is still in bed and not moving. So, I did not feed the dogs, just the cats. Breakfast for me, only. No coffee. They will have coffee when I get there.
Out the door at 734. No stop for coffee. They have coffee there.
Drive was fine even with the inclement weather. Fast trip all the way til the end. As I mentioned yesterday, the conference is at a hotel across the street from my office. So the drive is the same as going to work. I even park at my office because there is no parking at the hotel.
Ok. Would love to tell you all about eight hours of continuing ed, conference style but I can’t. It’s boring for me and I can not imagine torturing anyone else with it. I sat and listened. I made notes. I read along in the manual. At noon we broke for lunch.
As usual I went to the office and took calls and checked emails. Got my messages and checked on wayward employees. You know, the usual.
Back to the conference at 105. And you will never guess what we did! Talked about taxes for four hours. I took notes. I listened. I read along. Same as in am. You were expecting something exciting?
At a quarter to five, it was done. Conference over for another year. Thank god. Tomorrow I can just go to work. No excitement.
At the end of the day I did more email, phone calls, and usual crap. Today is not a day for work.
Ran to Total Wine to pick up a bottle of tequila for Merissa. Today is her 21st birthday. Cara, her Mom, was pregnant when she worked for me. Funny. Merissa has been an office baby her whole life. She is like a pet more than anything else. And now she is an excuse to drink liquor during work. Ok by me.
On the way home I stopped at our favorite carniceria for taco Tuesday. Everybody here loves taco Tuesday.
Home. Nothing going on here. Yes, I am aware the day sounds boring. It was for the most part. We chowed our dinner and it did seem as though everyone was quite hungry. More than most days.
After dinner we played cards. Not just any cards but a super oversized deck Emily had bought. And cardboard cards impossible to shuffle. She has been dying to try them. It’s very much like her.
Now game of hearts is over. Emily won. Marika came in last. I did neither.
We now watch bad TV till bed. Which is soon I hope. At least reading in bed takes some of the sting off the conference I tolerated.