Say CHEESE-cake

A plate of mini cheesecakes arrived in our working office at the hotel we are having our meeting at. I wish I could express to you how happy this made me. Perhaps by blogging about it I have.

A Civil Hug

I am spending today in a hotel lobby, greeting guests as they arrive for the meeting I am managing this week. This a busy hotel, located downtown in a major U.S. city. Families are here on vacation and there are also business people everywhere, checking in, checking out, passing through the lobby on their way to their room or a meeting room or the restaurant.

I just saw a tall black man hug a shorter white man and it hit me that I’m in the South and once upon a time, in this exact spot, this would not have happened. And here, in this bustling hotel lobby, a 40-something woman, me, witnessed something pretty darn cool. Something that goes on every day, hopefully, probably unnoticed. But how great to notice -- to witness where we’re at, knowing where we’ve been, and seeing a little boy run around this vast hotel lobby, wondering where we’re going.

Mile High Book Club

So the guy on the plane next to me this morning was reading a book called "Winners Never Cheat". What he should have been reading, in my opinion, is "Nice People Are Pleasant" or something along those lines.

I'm talking to you Grumpy McGrumpstein.

"Pack" Is A Four-Letter Word

Not even brand new luggage -- still in the box -- can entice me or provoke me to want to pack.

The evil spell cast on me by the powers that be is the love of travel and the aversion to packing. Things could be worse I suppose. Snow White, Rapunzel, Sleeping Beauty -- they got the raw deals. I just hope my fairy tale has a happy ending and weighs less than 50 lbs. Or else it's gonna cost me.

All In All, It's Just Another Hit From The Wall

I have hit the wall in a big way. You know the wall, don’t you? You come in in the morning and even before you have put your stuff down (coffee, purse, laptop bag, keys, sunglasses) there’s a crisis that needs your attention. And basically, you don’t stop for the rest of the day until – BAM! -- you hit the wall. You have nothing left to give. They have taken it all. You don’t even know how you’re going to walk to your car let alone make the 25-mile commute home with a couple thousand of your closest Road Rage friends.

That, for those of you who wonder what’s been smacking you down all these years, is the wall. And welcome to it.

MILEstone

Tomorrow I will receive my six month “probationary” review at my company.

6 months,
26,000 miles,
14 flights,
6 states,
6 site visits,
4 meetings,
2 countries,
1 lost bag and
6 paychecks (we get paid once a month).

Can you guess which one is my favorite?

Better the bag get lost than the paychecks although I didn’t think that at the time as I was in London wearing the same clothes (hand washed in the sink and dried with a hair dryer) for 48 hours.

I once was at a company for 12 years so six months is a blip when compared. But after three years of searching for an new job, every day, is a cause for celebration.

No Horses Or Ponies Were Harmed In The Writing Of This Blog

They say when you fall off a horse you should get right back up on it. I haven’t fallen off any horses, but I have fallen off the blog writing pony. I have no excuse other than a crazy travel schedule for my job. Ironic that this blog started out to write about my job search and now my actual job prevents me from blogging.

Much has happened since I last wrote. I have achieved Silver Preferred status on US Air, meaning my bags now fly free, an iPad has joined our family, my summer and winter clothes have finally been switched out and a long time suitcase has seen its last airport (debris of the one wheel is still scattered all over California).

I hope you haven’t stopped visiting since I haven’t been writing. I’m gonna find me a step stool (I’m only 5’ 2”) and climb on back up in the ole keyboard saddle. Hope you’ll ride along pardner!