Hell just froze over and was quickly filled with flying pigs. I’m taking a week off from work! I’m looking forward to it, hoping for some shitty weather, which gives me an excuse to stay indoors playing Forza 2 and Dirt when it’s released on in Norway on Thursday.
But even though I’m not taking my bike to the office every morning next week, I’m mentally prepared for the worst. The farther away I am from the office, the greater the chance is that something hits the fan and that I have to scramble and get my ass down there. Like today - Friday - when a client sends an e-mail 8 minutes before normal office hours are over with a list of changes he wants to have implemented before Monday. One thing is certain about my job; it’s impossible to predict what will happen in the next five minutes.
Just a quick reminder before you go; this weekend you can grab a beer, buckle up and watch the Formula 1 United States Grand Prix from the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. The second Friday practice session is actually under way right now. So why are you reading this sentence?