A Working Vacation

I’m feeling a little bad. Karlos loves to take his time on road trips, as do I. Oh trust me, I can be a drag-ass with the best of ’em if given the chance. But since time was of the essence in getting to our hotel tonight before the job postings at work opened up, I did horrible mean things like making him eat his Wendy’s burger and fries in the car and pushing him to pee when we stopped for gas. We got off to a decent start this morning, surprisingly enough. I think we left the house by 10am. But once we were on the road, time seemed to fly by while the miles seemed to merely drag on. So I was certain we’d barely get to the hotel on time.

I was wrong. We got to the hotel with easily two hours to spare. Easily. Oh sadface.

I’m lucky Karlos is so mellow. That makes me feel even worse though. He’s all like “Oh no worries” and I’m going “NO YOU MUST WORRY BECAUSE I DEPRIVED YOU”. But he was happy as a pig in shit, with his case of Tecate and tray of microwave lasagna. Oh, and the latest episode of True Blood, which I missed because I was frantically posting for jobs and setting up appointments and taking notes. I swear to god, this downsizing is fucking with my ability to have a good time.

Thankfully we had some time to roam the waterfront a little before dinner, and after I dragged myself away from the computer, we stood out on the balcony and watched as the sun pulled the last of itself over the horizon. Now the balcony door is open and we can hear the Columbia River as it sloshes its way to the Pacific. I think we’re both fighting sleep. At least I know that I am. But I bought a pack of Starbursts for dessert! I have to stay awake long enough to eat them or elsezzzzzzzzzzzzzz…