tiny bubbles, here i come
it’s my last day of work before a week-long vacation – *real* vacation, for a change. not the vacations of years past, spent tied to a laptop & cell phone, editing audio or spreadsheets, troubleshooting this crisis or that. and not the vacations that were cut short for “milestone emergencies”, or cancelled altogether for “impending gold master clusterfuckery”. but an actual vacation where i might not think about work for a solid seven days.
well, that’s unlikely, since i’m *always* thinking about work. but it’s conceivable that this time i won’t have to touch the laptop, and i won’t have to pick up the phone. i won’t have to do anything but relax knowing that everything is under control back at the shop, the fridge in the game room is well-stocked, and we’ve got a spare bottle opener.
cue Don-Ho. isson.
