How lovely is it to have a four-day work week? AMAZINGLY LOVELY!! Except that now I wish I had a three-day work week...
Of course today also feels like a Sunday, which is always a let down. That awful, heavy, Sunday evenning feeling to be exact. Went out to Sablon for PQ brunch - just super and next time will start with my croissant because I can't do all the bread and the tartine isn't the best. Though the egg was quite perfect. Then walked home via the park behind the Hilton, took a nap and watched SATC, season 6 episodes with R (who by the way is pregnant and looking fab!) And realised it can't really feel like a Sunday as none of this could have taken place on a Sunday because R's not around on weekends - hah! My only regret is well, that it all had to end so quickly, and suddently it is 11.30 pm and my nation vs state post is to be shelved for tomorrow cos I'm typing kinda funny now.
My last thought as I go to bed: Can't wait for Saturday - hey, and I love my job too!
My really last thought: panic attacks on moving have to end as of today and instead I have to prioritise and focus on practical issues to get me through these zooming weeks. Unfortunately, I will have to deal with HR so I better just bite the bullet and start all the closing procedures.
God, I do so love a four day work week!!
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What a lot of emotions you went through in one four day weekend...I think you went from happy to sad and back to happy again!! LOL
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