I’m talking about work weeks, what else?  (Minds up here, kids, out of the gutter.)

I’m 3/4 of the way through my first week back in the office, and despite my best efforts, I have actually accomplished a great number of things.  The worst part of a business trip is always the paperwork that follows, and Uni accounting just loves to have your itemized receipts taped to a large sheet of clean, white paper just so.  For a state that’s not so gay friendly, the bureaucracy is awfully fussy … like they brought the Fab Five in to revamp the Office of Paperwork Induction.  (“Try spraying room freshener on every page!”)

Which is not, of course, to say that I haven’t spent a large amount of time in my office staring at the computer screen blankly.  I can’t bring myself to do Solitaire or other such games on the computer, and even though it would be physically impossible for IT to monitor Web site usage, I tend not to browse sites of a certain genre at work just in case.  Too many people are likely to show up at my door and plop down on the loveseat in my office without prompting.

The other part of fun after business travel is all the thank you notes that follow.  Natalie’s doing hers by hand – she’s such a show off.  I’ve discovered a wonderfully useful Web site that has all sorts of business letter phrases in Spanish that’s enabled me to navigate the world of El Red successfully.

The flip side of this is that I’m now speaking Arabic at crawling pace, searching for every word.  I let someone else do all the talking in Morocco because the dialect is unfamiliar and, on top of it, there’s a heavy accent that no one warned me about.  I was finally starting to catch on when–surprise!–I found myself having to conduct a business meeting in Spanish … in Morocco.

Someone recently accused me of being a polyglot, which I guess I am, but I can only do one at a time.

And now it’s almost the weekend again – more rest.  Yay!  To quote Master Phnog from Futurama, this week I quite definitely “wack the wiww of the wawwiow.”  The heat isn’t helping–it’s been in the upper 90s (high 30s C) all week.  I knew in my gut that we were in for a brutal summer — like 1998, when we had something like 62 consecutive days over 100 degrees — but that doesn’t mean I’m any more prepared for it.  Add in the cost of gas and I’m looking at a long summer spent right here on this very couch watching reruns.

Time to start compiling my summer reading list.  After all, I’ve got to have something to do before The X-Files movie comes out in July …  Who’s got recommendations?

Happy Friday, ever’body!

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