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Last week in an effort to not cry with how much I hate being here, I made a list of the nice things about this trip. The next morning I read the list to my husband in our brief morning call. He was supremely Not Impressed. He is teetering on the border of trying to get me to quit this job.

I'm going to interject some of the bad stuff in with my good stuff list. Just kind of sneek them in. If I think about to many of the bad things... well, it looks bad to start weeping at work in public.

I only get a week at home before the next marathon trip.

My headache stopped stalking me on day 3 of this trip. Yay! I didn't even run completely out of drugs.

I don't have to stand all day with people staring at me. Well, most days. Yesterday I had to stand half the day.

I get to do something I am oddly good at. Typing. Taking notes.

I had an odd conversation on one of the flights over with my coworker M. We were talking about our history in coming to this job. He mentioned that I had replaced D as the statistician. He said something about me doing really well in this job over the last three years. My truth urge said that D is a better statistician (which she is). M stunned me by saying that I have worked out better in the job, having a broader range of skills, than he things she would. It took me several days of pondering this to realize that he means: my ability to document what we do and bug check code. Not statistical skill. Hmmm.

I get to hang out with smart people all day.

I get Saturday and Sunday "off." ....Ok, that one turned out to not be true. I got to sleep in on Saturday. And I did get to go pearl shopping on Saturday. But beyond that... I got in 14 hours of work on Saturday and Sunday, mostly billable. I'm not sure that "didn't have to drive in to the plant" counts as "off."

My morning commute to my workout is pretty short.

I have gotten to thoroughly explore my new coffee mint

I get to see familiar faces and say "hello."

About 70% of the rooms have AC and are not sweltering.

I am appreciating my new quick-dry pants. They have come in handy.

Tomorrow is my last day here. I fly out tomorrow (Thursday night for me). And today is my last day to go in the plant. Though... Remember Saturday/Sunday? I suspect I will be working all day tomorrow. In addition to the midnight-2am phone call during which I am giving a huge presentation. Ugh.