Thank [expletive deleted] It's Friday

At the end of our shift this morning, Dave my manager took me aside and said “I hope the meeting on Monday isn’t going to play on your mind. I’d hate it to ruin your weekend.”
It took me a few seconds to realize what he was talking about before I said “No, it’s ok, I’ll be fine.” It was really hard not to smile.
Why would I be worried when I leave in three weeks anyway? What exactly can they threaten me with that would see me lose sleep or be worried? If I walk in the room and there’s a ducking stool, or a car battery and some electrodes, or an ex-marine in the corner wearing a T-shirt saying “I USED TO WATERBOARD AT GUANTANAMO BAY AND ALL I LEFT WITH WAS THIS BLOOD-STAINED T-SHIRT” I might get a bit concerned, but otherwise…

Ted and I have a big day of chess lined up on Sunday. We haven’t played this week because Beryl’s been ill, and he’s placed his own house under quarantine. He is a character. He put a sign up on the door saying “POSSIBLE SWINE FLU INFECTION – VITAL DELIVERIES ONLY.”
I have a suspicion he may owe some money to the milkman..

RC 27-11-09