So I suppose I am now officially home, as I returned to the QC yeseterday. I would definitely have to admit that it was not a happy return. The drive seemed to take longer than ever and then to top it all off when I pulled into my parking lot, I was even less impressed. They decided to tear out the electrical posts and install new ones which isn't a bad thing but the trench they needed to dig runs right under my space which is lovely. They better pave over that shit before it snows.
Not so bad I trudge my bags up the three flights of steps (thankful that my mother had made the trip with me) only to discover that sometime in the ten fabulous days I spent in Manhattan my fridge had stopped working. Just what everyone wants to come home to. On the bright side my fridge got a well deserved cleaning and I got to drop some coin to restock my fridge.
Mental note: no more chicken will be stored in my freezer in case that happens again.
I am definitely missing my Zabars frozen yogurt this morning, while I watch the Giants get their butts kicked by Brett and the boy from the QC.
Time to go to work and bring myself crashing back to reality. hooray.
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