No second line managers showed up for my final Process War Room Meeting of the year. Three of us connected, waited 10 minutes, then hung up. I sent email to BT and Helen giving them status. It’s good to be done with it for the rest of the year.
I ran to Canopy and gave Robert his card and gift.
I stopped at the Chapel Hill Post Office on Estes Drive. That has got to be the worst entrance, parking, and exit of any business ever. Horrible. Just horrible.
There was a lady behind me in line with three kids who were going wild. The were walking around sucking cherry lollipops, and swinging back and forth on the rail, “walking” on their knees, and searching under the tables and counters for a ball they lost under there the last time they were there. On the way out the woman said, “You guys were so good in there.” Good thing my eyeballs are connected to something, or I’m sure they would have done a 360-degree roll.
I was going to meet a311renegade to workout at 7, but when I got home I had “stomach issues,” which precluded me from being far from a bathroom. I called him to cancel, and ended up taking a four-hour nap.
I got up, made a quick dinner, and did some things on my “to-do” list, such as wrap Courtney’s gift, send an announcement about Brad’s Gay Male Couples survey to the NC Pride listserv, and package the film in my camera for developing.