It’s 7am Friday morning. I am tired. I went to bed at midnight same as last several days. Good news, tomorrow is Saturday and Emily does not get up. So I get to sleep in. I can hardly wait. These 18 hour days are murder on my delicate constitution.
Not much going these past two days. Usual workdays that don’t seem to end. A supply of tax returns to prepare that will not end. People calling and wanting things from me. Now. I am living the life.
Tonight I am leaving work by 6. Since it is Friday, Emily and I are going out to dinner. In Meadow Vista of all places. Hal recommended a place there and I found it is so popular you need an advance reservation of at least a week. That bodes well. Also means I get even more sleep because I will be in bed early. Everything just keeps getting better. Except I have to work all day today before I collect my reward.
It’s time to get ready. I am just sitting and vegetating, which helps my brain work. I am too tired.
Just for the sake of fairness, it’s now Saturday morning. I was too tired/distracted/busy to finish up my post yesterday. No worry. My stellar memory can remember all the way back to yesterday. If I forget anything I can just make it up out of whole cloth.
I can’t say much about my drive. It was the usual, uneventful series of turns and brakes and stops. You have been there. I did stop for a large coffee, I can’t get enough.
Work. Nothing special. I had a few appointments, none too exciting. All pleasant people. That’s nice. I hate the ones who are “going thru” something when they visit. I always feel like I have done something wrong and no matter what I will never be able to fix it. Taxes are an emotional experience for many people.
Managed to get to the bank. Finally. I work like hell all day, get taxes done, get paid, and never get to the bank. I have no time to do anything with the money anyway.
We have been in crisis mode here at the office since yesterday. The most important thing in the entire place has been offline. Our copier has no toner. The machine shuts down when it runs out. I know, you people think, hit Amazon or Staples or something. Wrong. This is an industrial size model and you have to find a special place to get it. My maintenance guy (the women here call him Frosty) is supposed to supply toner with my plan. He is a lame ass, though inexpensive, repair guy. And he is always “I just ordered that” or “it’s on the way”. Well, I can’t make money without the copier. So those excuses don’t work.
I had to spend some time online finding a vendor. The item itself is not an advertised part. Hence the time spent. I did find a wholesaler, yesterday, who would sell to me. I had to submit a credit application (I’m paying cash!!?) wait for approval, submit payment info by email and wait for approval, then they send address if warehouse where they have instructions to give us one. No, I am not purchasing heroin. We did all that. Copier up. Back in business, baby!!
Frosty is getting backcharged.
Well, by 545 I was ready to head uphill. I have a self imposed leave by 6 deadline. So, heading to door and in walks a client. She says we had an appointment. I have no memory and no written info. But, she is here from Roseville which is a long drive and I want to move work. So we sat and whooped through her crap. Turns out, she sold her rental and did not bring the required docs to report that. So I gave her the (friendly) bum’s rush and I left. By 620. Only a little late.
Pedal to the metal, head for Auburn. I need to go straight to Honda and drop off my car for service and repair in the am. Emily is picking me up from there to head to Meadow Vista. I arrived just before seven and they were shutting down service, turning off the lights. I was just in time for a live drop off. The sales dept was still open so I hung there and waited for Emily. I have to tell you, they had a ‘97 Prelude in red on the showroom floor! That is crazy. Though I wanted a test drive. And still do.
Emily was here kinda fast. Kinda. We drove off to the Tin Lantern. It’s only a 15 min drive. We got there by 725 and got the last parking space. Place is busy. So, we walk in, bar is right next to the door. And two people who had just eaten at the bar were leaving. So we took their chairs. I love it when things work out.
Hal, who recommended this place, had also recommended the cocktails. So we both ordered the house special old fashioned. Only $7.50. Nice. We met some nice people at the bar, a 1st grade teacher, her friend, the friendly bartenders. There is a real homey atmosphere at the bar. Like cheers. Nice people, in various states of drunkenness, enjoying the last work day of the week. I had a second drink, with a better flavor whisky in it. A great improvement.
Dinner res for 8. Our table was ready. The menu was a real mix. The prices, low. I ended up getting the filet, $25, highest price on the entrees. We had a great meal. Awesome. The wine was cheap too. Don’t get the wrong idea, I am not all about price. But this place is cheap and good. It’s a W.
Good thing, Emily was driving, cause I am not in the condition I should be to drive. I am def not legal level.
Got home and really just brushed my teeth and passed out. In bed. Yes drunk, but tired too. That’s my story at least.