Did you take my stapler?

I have never had a job that came home with me (minus my short stint as a live in nanny), and although I don’t think about my work after I punch the clock at 5 o’clock, I am seriously worrying about taking Friday off. Someone will be covering my position, which isn’t the hardest job in the world, but I do things in a particular way and Friday is a seriously busy day for medical records requests. I’m terrified I will show up on Monday to mayhem and destruction in Jen’s World (remember to say that in a Wayne’s World voice). So, in my neat Shelley-like way I have made a list of extra things I can do today to lighten the burden of the person covering my desk. I also have made a check list for them to use tomorrow to make sure things get done as they are supposed to throughout the day. I wish there were more lists I could be making. I’m weird.

I know what you are thinking. Jen, you love your job. Why would you take a Friday off? Well, as you might already know, I have my Nashville trip with Kassy, Allyson, Tara, and Amy this weekend, a weekend full of the promise of a good time. To start off my beloved three day weekend Kassy will be trekking north to Carmel for a sleepover. The plan is to make dinner, drink some wine, and go to bed at a decent hour so we can be well rested for the debauchery that will take place in Nashvegas. Friday morning/early afternoon Allyson and Tara will be driving down from Chicago to pick us up. Is it bad that I’m really looking forward to the car ride? A good portion of the fun happens in getting to the destination. For example, note every trip I have ever taken in my life, with the exception of when I visited Lindsey in Kaiserslautern. Well, that wasn’t horrible, I just learned a few things about myself and traveling solo on the deutsche bahn. Like, I can’t fall asleep. Anyway, Amy will be driving in from Memphis and meeting us at the hotel. It has been so long since I have actually spent time with Amy. I think the last time was in June when the Germans and I flew home for the American holiday. Ohhh I can’t wait! 

I don’t like to air my life dramas on here, but everyone knows the story, so I don’t think pretending it’s not going on is worthwhile anymore. If you think I should keep pretending, please let me know because I would hate to upset my loyal following. Well, Marcel and I decided to completely stop all forms of communication. It has been about a month since the initial decision was made and it’s been a difficult process. A necessary process though. As much as I care about him and what is going in his life, I need to distance myself from all of it so that I can move on. I would love more than anything to say that there is a chance for a future for us, but only time can tell, and unfortunately, there is a lot of time fighting against us.

Prepare yourself for a cliché. Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.