Butch walked into the office this afternoon. I practically flung myself at him in relief. "Save me from the accounting software!" I cried in greeting. He smiled shyly while everyone applauded his return. In four hours he cleared up my three weeks' worth of unresolved TASF errors, unfiled pink sheets, and tattered printouts. I'm free from the ARC report until he goes back for more surgery next month. He had something go wrong with an infection on his back which sounded very scary. He looked pretty good, but he had trouble sitting so he mostly stood around working on various reports. I'm very glad to have him in the office again.
Unfortunately, he seems to think I'm actually interested in the ARC report, and accounting procedures, and bookkeeping minutiae, sort of an apprentice. He kept coming out to show me how he'd fixed something, or lecture me kindly on the necessity of putting the pinks in document order before embarking on some other aspect of the report. I wanted to tell him I didn't care, but I couldn't. It would have hurt his feelings. So I let him rattle on like a serious, dedicated professor. I even took notes. I can't believe I took notes. I suppose I am his apprentice.
Then I spent the rest of the day finding really super vacations for lots of people. Up to Whistler for skiing, down to Cancun for sun and fun, over to Europe because it's phenomenally cheap right now (only $350 from the west coast to London, $20 more to Paris -- what are you waiting for?), cruises to Mexico, round trips to Venezuela, enquiries about Hawaii, Vegas, the Disney resorts, on and on and on. It felt great, like hitting that perfect flow of traffic where all the lights turn green for you and you never have to slow down. I booked thousands of dollars worth of travel this afternoon. I will have many pinks to contribute to Butch's neat, numbered pile.
Helpful travel hint of the day: February 15th is going to be very, very busy. The combination of Valentine's Day weekend with Presidents' Day weekend means tons of people are all going to try to get back home that day. If you really want to go somewhere that weekend don't wait to book your tickets or hotel reservations. Get on the Internet or call your travel agent to look for last minute deals, 'cause baby, by now it's last minute.
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