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So, Tom and I had originally planned to leave for Pittsburgh early this afternoon. And yet, here it is, quarter-to-nine as I type this sentence, and I’m still in Arlington. Let’s examine the chain of events that caused it, shall we?

We had originally planned to take the day off work and leave around midday, arrive in Pittsburgh in the early evening, and go to Kennywood Park which is, in my not-so-humble-opinion, one of the better amusement parks in existence.

But we had to change plans because Tom had a meeting with a potential client late that afternoon. In Leesburg. Now, this is 100% peachy with me, because getting Tom closer to leaving his soul-sucking job is HIGH on my list of personal priorities. So we figure we’ll leave around 6:30 after Tom gets home from the meeting.

Meanwhile, the plan was for Tom to crash at my place the night before- work on his bathroom started yesterday and he literally had no bathroom fixtures. Since my bathroom is fully intact, he’ll stay with me for the duration. Except we get to my place last night to discover that my toilet is ALSO NOT WORKING. Like, we have to flush it with a bucket. Which is still a step above NO toilet, but is severely less than ideal.

So Tom heads off to work today and I’m at his place with the cats, trying to keep them from freaking out while people continue to make loud demolition type noises in the bathroom. Tom heads off to his client meeting, I get our stuff together for the trip, 6:30 rolls around and… no Tom. (Meanwhile, as I’m sitting in a house with no bathroom, I’ve had to drive down the hill to Shirlington and use the movie theater’s restroom at one point.)

Right after 7, Tom calls. The client insisted on taking them to Happy Hour. Now, being in a sales and people-oriented business myself, I am well aware of the importance of having cocktails with your clients. So again, no annoyance here.

But then Tom said the fateful words. “Well, we’re having problems with the mail server.”

I push the matter from my mind and prepare to leave at 8. I turn on the TV and wait.

Eight o’clock. Eight-thirty. Eight-forty. The phone rings.

“Baby, we have a dead mailserver. This is going to take a while.”

Shit.

So I’m sitting here, not sure what the plan is. We may have to do half the drive tonight and crash in Breezewood along the way. We had planned to go to the Strip District tomorrow morning, and it’s best if you go early, so leaving tomorrow morning would sort of screw up that plan.

*sigh*

I’m not mad at anybody. Just sort of generically irritated at the situation. Bah.

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