Update

So I lied about posting. Those of you who know me shouldn't be surprised. Just to quickly catch you up: Lori and I left London and headed for Greece on April 12th, where we spent 4 awesome days in the sun (and 1 in the wind). Athens was forgettable, but Santorini was hands down one of the best places we've been. We returned to London on the 16th, flew back to the states on the 17th, and then left DC for Denver in a fully loaded automobile on the 20th. After stops in Chicago and Lincoln (thanks Sarah and Brett and Katie for putting us up!) we arrived in Denver and hit the ground running to make the home livable after being away for over 2 years (and to add a woman's touch). I was back at work in Denver on the 27th, and on the 1st I got a call asking me to return to London.

Wait, what?

Yeah, after only 20 days of being gone, 14 of which were vacation, I was asked to return to the job I was still bitter about. Needless to say I was irked, but my personal opinion mattered not in the discussion. The fact that I was sitting on my ass waiting for paperwork to go through before starting the new job made for the perfect excuse for my old managers to bring me back. So on May 4, one week after returning to normal Denver life, I boarded a flight to England.

Which is where I sit now, 60 miles west of London, waiting for some guidance on what exactly they want me to do. The original task I was brought out for is essentially done, having been mostly finished by someone else before I even got here. However, my return flight isn't until next Friday, so I'm hoping I can leave a bit early rather than waste more time and money. If I have to sit on my ass not being productive, I'd much rather do it in Denver, not 4700 miles from home.