The HRD is now leaving the building
08/03/2009
In the morning I wake up. I shave, I shower. I put on a nice suit and a nice shirt made to my size. I wear cuff links that match and cologne that I’m given.
My hair is cropped, my skin soft.
I travel to work on the 6.52 train with my Blackberry and my iPod. I catch the tube.
I go to my corner office where I have a lovely view of London. An Assistant. Respect (most of the time). A good career. A great career.
I make decisions, I sit in meetings. I influence. I lead.
On Wednesday morning at 11.20 I am getting on a plane. A plane to Nimes.
For the following two weeks I will be running in the hills of the Ardeche. I will be hiking up the biggest, swimming down the rivers, kayaking the white water.
I will be wearing shorts and t-shirts, a rucksack with my gear. I won’t have shaved, I will smell like a baboon’s underpants. I’ll be sun burnt and weathered. I’ll be battered and bruised.
For two weeks, I will be me. The person that I really am.
I’ll be back though. You can count on that.
The HRD is now leaving the building.
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My Hell is Other People 
oh wow…well best of luck then and have a hell of time!
We, your faithful readers, are very glad that you are taking vacation!!! Have a wonderful time.
Regards,
Teresahrgirl
For all your wonderful blogs ………….. hank you ver' much
Have a wonderful holiday!
DUDE!! It's been three weeks!!! Aren't you back yet??? Are you even coming back???