We're still interviewing for my replacement at work. Pamela swears she will make a decision today and I plan to hold her to it. We really want to get someone in to train with me, moreso than usual because I'm going to be leaving several major projects uncompleted and it will be a rough transition for whomever fills in. I am trying to get my ducks in a row, here, but it's getting really hard to focus.
I'm tempted--so tempted!--to buy some kind of ipod car converter device so we'll have some audio control along the way. But it's sort of a foolish waste of money at this point. Not to mention that it's been years, literally, since I've actually spent any time listening to the radio. It will be good for me.
We're really down to the wire now: 6 days until we leave. The apartment is disheveled and strewn with boxes--some packed, some half-packed, some empty. Our refrigerator is void of everything but condiments and some yogurt. Oh, and some limes.
Speaking of limes (this is actually an unplanned segue, so forgive me. We're venturing off the beaten track here), didn't I promise you the recipe for my favorite summer cocktail a while ago? I definitely did. Might as well do that now, huh?
The Long Vodka
Shake a few dashes of bitters over ice in a tall glass. Add two shots of vodka, the juice of half a lime, and top off with tonic. Add a slice of lime for garnish if you want to be fancy. Stir, enjoy!
In fact, I'd be tempted to make one myself if I were going directly home this evening. As it is, though, I'm putting on my best Mad Men pearls and hitting the town with Donna Bagdasarian. If we hit up Employees Only for one last farewell--as we are wont to do--I fear there's far more sinister drinks in my future!