I just returned from Bali last night. A lot of people said how lucky I was, spending a long week end on the Island of Gods. They just don't understand that it was a complete torture for me. I had to work during weekend, away from home. I was away from Aria and missing his school day. And I had to be in the office the very next day, exactly 8 hours after my plane landed. It was a long work day, alright. Please remind me why I love this job.
PS: Hey... we experience the exact same thing!
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