Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes

Aaaah, back at work - the free Ritz crackers, the endless meaningless document revisions, the automatic coffee maker. I didn't miss this place at all. I was actually sorta hoping that I wouldn't get any work this week, even though I am now in desperate need of cash.

But all that's just silly jibber-jabber. I had a great time in Florida, even if at one point one of the weatherpeople on The Weather Channel actually said the following: "Right now it's colder in Orlando than in 90% of the rest of the country." I hung out in an outdoor hottub, slurping "Tropicoladas" (basically, a pina colada but with hints of melon, mango, and banana - it was like drinking the juice from a fruit salad) and not caring about anything. I got a truly kick-ass professional massage. I drank a lot of Smirnoff Ice and played Yahtzee with the woman's family - I am also, as it turns out, the worst dice roller in the history of the world. I went to Universal's Island of Adventure - I did the Hulk, had major anxiety while waiting for the woman to get out of Dueling Dragons, and, for some reason, had nothing to do with Jurassic Park; I also did Epcot, and in spite of my morbid dislike of anything even remotely Disney-related, I managed to have an OK time there too.

Even flying went over without too much problem - the flights themselves were fine, it's the endless waiting that really destroyed me. The security at LaGuardia was pretty hardcore, especially for 4:00AM (when we left) - certainly it seemed to be a lot more thorough than Orlando, which was a breeze.

Anyway, I'm back, and with that, I've gotta get started on the rest of my life. More to come later today, time permitting - I've gotta talk about music, my other roommate getting married to a girl he's known for a month, and various other things that will distract me from work-related tedium.

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