Stan is a utilities guy by trade, but when we arrived here from Italy, he was told he'd be the unit deployment manager (UDM). It's a total office job, and Stan wasn't too happy sitting behind a desk all day. The advantage is that he's the guy who makes plane reservations for us when we leave. As this rotation comes to a close, he's had a drastic increase of people jumping their chain of command and barging into his office asking when they're going to leave. It's gotten to the point where he just blurts out a date just to get them to leave. However, since we're all in the same shop back home, he's been keeping our bests interests in mind.
Yesterday, this e-mail exchange took place:
Stan: 22 June at noon
Me: Going through Germany?
Me: Thanks. I see a cheesecake in your future.
So, it looks like we'll be leaving here a week from Tuesday. And just like the trip here, we'll have to go through Germany to get home. I'm not sure how I feel about that part. I mean, a night or two in Germany could be fun; but I really just want to get home and sleep in my own bed.
Still, we're all relieved to finally have a reserved date. Now I can start packing stuff up and sending boxes home. I'm going to do my best to keep my head in the game, but it's not going to be easy.