Dorothy was Right

There’s no place like home!

I’m still exhausted and mentally empty. Which is a problem. Because The Job has a big ‘ol chunk of hate waiting for me. Tomorrow needs to be a productive day.

Anyhoo, we finished the last tournament on Sunday. Stopped at Panera Bread for dinner then I was dropped off at the hotel. While my co-workers started the eight-hour drive back to Mississippi, I headed up to my room to dump my stuff, then looked out the window. Great sunset.

So RT and I headed downstairs. First, we watched some spring break bikinis dump a Big Gulp worth of rum & coke on the elevator, then went out to the beach.

I talked to the Hubster and took waaay too many photos of the sunset. But it was a great sunset.

Eventually, we left the beach and headed upstairs. It took forever, because the spring breakers managed to make two of the three elevators malfunction. I got back to the room, did my Sunday night work, packed, showered, and realized that it felt like it was 3 am. It was 10:30.

I was up at 5 to meet my ride to the airport at 6. But he didn’t show. So I took a cab. Once I got to the airport, I investigated the oversold flight situation and discovered that a $200 Delta voucher was mine if I was willing to wait 90 minutes and take a first-class seat from Atlanta to Pittsburgh. So I did.

I’m still exhausted, and need to get a good day of work in tomorrow, or I’m in tough shape. Wish me luck!

And with that, RT and I bid adieux to work travel until some time in mid-May.