Last night at work for two weeks.
Strangely, I do not feel the usual apprehension about going on vacation that I normally do. I will, by the end of this last shift, have done everything that I usually leave for my boss to screw up.
There are, however, changes being made at work while I am gone.
Our current Medical Command Doctor is leaving his job in the ER, and the new one is starting. I'm not sure about the new one's motives, but I'm sure I will find out soon after I return from Paris.
My Boss is freaking out about the amount of vacation time upcoming. He's being increasingly paranoid about the scrutiny being put upon him by the new VP he reports to. I'm sure when I come back I will get a better feel on what is happening, but for now I will stick with paranoia.
Still, I'm glad to be going on vacation this time. I am, after all, travelling with my fiancee (still can't believe she said yes at times) to Paris. Two years ago, I didn't even have a passport, and my Mom was harassing me about a "family" trip to New Zealand. Now, I am looking for basicly any excuse to visit someplace I don't know the language.
Yeah, I am rambling a bit. No, some things I have written make no sense at all to you. It'll get better. I may even post updates from Paris.
Current Mood:
cheerfulCurrent Music: Robert Randolph and the Family Band