It was a typical day at work. Nothing special.
We were supposed to have a Toastmasters meeting tonight, but because of the fine weather, more and more people decided not to go, until we reached the point where we decided to cancel. Which was fine. Patricia was tired and wanted to come right home.
After a quick dinner at the Timberlea Beverage Room, we came home. I rested my eyes for a few minutes and bathed my body and anointed myself with oils in anticipation of what will be an atypical day at work tomorrow.
Tomorrow will be my last day working in downtown Halifax. I have mixed feelings about this. I have been working downtown for 23 years now, most recently working in a building where I began what I laughingly call my career all those years ago. Yeah. The late '80's. I don't want to discuss my hair from that period, and you don't want to know about it, either.
On Friday morning I will report to another building in another part of town. It's a nice place in a nice part of the city. And, hey, there are 4 radio stations within a very easy walking distance, with many people therein to interview, so it can't be all bad, eh wot?
And, let's not forget the Burger King across the street. I still have 2 unused notches in my belt. It's a shame not to use them.
Did I mention the 4 radio stations?
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