We drove to Houston yesterday to pick up David's brother Jon from one of the airports. He was due to come in at 10:30pm, but then his flight was delayed in Atlanta until 1:15am. I was very tired by the time he arrived. Then it took us over two hours to get home, which meant that we didn't get to bed until 4:30am (an hour and fifteen minutes before I usually get up in the morning).
I slept in today until 9am and then hurried to work. Thankfully my least favorite boss is gone most of the week and the other one is in Russia. Discovering piles of letters to type and travel reimbursements to prepare was not a very nice welcome back surprise. I hate travel reimbursements.
On a positive note, I have a job interview in the philosophy department on Thursday. Perhaps my run with travel documents and disliked bosses and being, as one coworker said, "a prisoner, chained to my desk," will soon be over. I also have the possibility of a $2+/hour raise.
My boss's wife called yesterday and offered Robin or I the chance to become her personal assistant for an event she's throwing in September, in addition to our regular working hours. We would have to make phone calls and run errands and arrange publicity nonsense. Robin and I looked at each other and said, "Does she honestly think we have no life after work?" Working for her would be 100 times worse than working for her husband. We practiced giving our excuses to each other, as we know she will try all of her wiles to get us to cave.
I'm on a Johnny Cash kick.
*KatieW*
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