I'm going home, I've done my time.
Tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree... la la la la la...I'm HOME AT LAST! All the planned whining, all our well aimed mud-slinging, poison letter writing, anonymous threatening calls, etc, to my boss worked.

They've decided to send me back to my own shop. *beam* (:

Now I must rest. I've been on the road for the last 12 hours. Nah, MUD calls.