Not me, that's for sure. I'm taking this weekend OFF. (As if that somehow qualifies as news. But... ya know. Crazy shit sometimes.)

I find myself looking toward next week's trip into the Atlanta sweatshop with a certain combination of anticipation and trepidation. Anticipation because... Well, it's a big adventure. Farthest east I've ever been. First time for the latter half of my life that I've been in a plane. Yeah. That's a big deal. No sarcasm.

Trepidation, because... well, especially flying alone, there's this vague fear at the back of my mind. What happens if the plane takes a wrong turn? I could end up in some unknown city, no idea where to go, minimal cash, and not a clue in the world what to do. I know, I know. Planes don't generally take "wrong turns". It's silly, really.

But even if the plane ends up at its intended destination, I'm still in an unknown city, minimal cash (by choice, thank you), and very little clue. At least E was kind enough to make me a nice little map, plus some welcomely verbose instructions -- based on experience -- on how to navigate the shuttle system. I can just see myself wandering through the airport, eyes searching for something resembling my way, clutching the tattered little map, having only the clothes on my back, plus some relic from home or two in my pocket, brought along as a reminder of my heritage. Not a clue in the world.

And once I'm there..... Well, if recent word is any indication, there won't exactly be any time for site seeing. No big surprise there, I guess. Into the void, I will go.

But that's Tuesday. An eternity between now and then.

Just before I left for work today, mom told me that tomorrow, they family is planning to go driving in the mountains. Gotta love those mountains.

Already, I had no intention of working tomorrow or Sunday, for the sake of keeping my own head from exploding. Now I knew for certain. (I guess I just don't have the company loyalty that some people do. Seems like this recent patent thing has dampened my enthusiasm, even with assurances from those above that we won't be doing anything tyrannical. Or... maybe all this pushing it to the edge lately... I dunno.)

I mean, don't get me wrong. I've been going in there and busting my ass to get shit done. I want to get it done. No hesitation. But then I see other people who are working a lot more than I am, and they're like.... Well, it's just not good. Slowly but surely, people's tolerances get tested.

Well, incidentally, I wasn't asked to work this weekend. I'm sure my help would've been welcome, but I didn't volunteer it. Good thing, too, cause... I need to rest.

Well, family's going to supper. Gotta terminate prematurely. More rambling later. Peace.