Notes
sitting at fucking dinner, boss' boss says "good presentation, thanks for coming. I probably could've covered if need be". then why the fuck did you call me at 4:30 in the fucking morning, tell me to book the first flight and rush out here? what the fucking hell? fucking missed my hockey tryout, missed what would have been a great morning run, didn't get to tell Derek that I'd be absent (he showed up a little late, probably thought I'm a complete ass for fucking leaving him, then it turns out nobody showed up for the run so he had to run solo, probably in a place he wouldn't have driven to if he was just going to run alone.) I'm fucking finding a flight home, probably going to get yelled at by auditor for the expense (so what was with $1,500 fucking dollars for the flight this morning?!!), charging them the cost of my missed hockey tryout and race I signed up for and hope Derek doesn't think I'm an irresponsible fuckjob/asshole. oh, yeah took BART to Berkeley and ran around some nice neighborhoods. actually an enjoyable run with ok temps.