Well, we are sitting at LaGuardia waiting on our flight, which is 3.5 hours away. We tried to get on an earlier flight, but the somewhat rude gate agent told me that they don’t do standyby (not true) and that it would be $50 per person to go earlier.

Weird, as there was a standby list on the screen behind her. I hate it when people like that lie for no reason. I guess New Yorkers just aren’t as nice as some other people or something.

Anyway, we had a great time, so going back to our town and work is just depressing. I would not want to live in NYC or anywhere in the northeast. The winters are terrible, the people aren’t as nice, and everyone seemingly dresses up to go everywhere, unless they are in Harlem where no one was dressed up at all.

I just don’t want to go back to work, more than anything. It’s not that it’s work, it is just that it’s there. I feel like I’m being dragged into the gladiator amphitheater as an amateur, skinny, unqualified wrestler, an unfair contest if you will. It just seems that I get beaten up a lot for things that do not matter or make a difference to our mission I just thunk I need to stop caring so much and just do my job and go home.

Oh well, until tomorrow at least, I am free of those shackles.