My boss is on vacation this week, so I was going to call him this morning and go up to his house to meet him and tell him in person. So I call him on the phone and ask to meet with him and he tells me he can't that his brother died yesterday (later on this morning, I found out that his brother was 43 and died unexpectantly from a heart attack...)... so I had to tell him over the phone, not something I wanted to do. I felt sooooo horrible afterwards, but Pam said it's not my fault and I did what I had to do.
I'm at work now, I let my manager know (funny, she's moving on too...)... and am trying to start the ball rolling on this...
Pam and I are moving the 23 and I start out there on the 25... hopefully, we'll be able to find something relatively quickly and can move out completely there after.... but for the mean time.. I'll be squating with some friends... already tracked down a couple good brew-houses so if anyone wants to grab a beer, drop me a line.... I'll be here for 2 more weeks.. then I might be a little incognito... ya know.. briefly... and with that..
here's a monkey...
) So wish me luck kiddies... probably the next time you really hear from me.. I'll be on the good side of pennsyltuckey... right diesel?
