Yesterday morning I woke up in St. Louis. I rolled out of bed hours before I needed to and showered, checked to make sure everything was packed for my trip home, worked a little, and then met some folx in the hotel lobby for pre-breakfast tea and coffee. I was feeling a lot tired. A … Continue reading panic on the streets of St. Louis…
My high school experience, I'm sure, was different from the high school experience of many others. I hated everything. I was sad. I was angry. I was full of angst. I was covered in black lipstick. I hated my hair. I hated my face. Also I wrote sad sulky poetry and had zits. So while … Continue reading lessons from high school…
This morning when I woke up at, on the west coast, what was a ridiculous hour but was just plain early on the east coast I did what I always do when it's dark and I'm tired and I don't know what time it is. I asked Alexa what time it is. And she didn't … Continue reading what time is it?
Getting to travel for work is pretty damn cool. It's a problem sometimes, sure. But it's not a bad problem to have. Where I often run into trouble, outside of the logistics and being away from my people, is that I need me time. I need quiet. I need to decompress. I need to sit … Continue reading tales of a traveling introvert: television time…
There's this set of commercials that was playing constantly for a while on a video streaming service we use. Commercials that in my youth I may have found grating, but that grown-ass me finds charming. Entertaining even. I can't remember what they're for exactly, but aren't those sometimes the best? In the commercial two or more travelers … Continue reading I have to travel? I get to travel? I travel…
I went to Hawaii last week to meet my team and managed to wedge in a couple days of fun at the beginning. I don't have the words yet, so here's 39,000 words worth of pictures...
I find that when I'm traveling for work, no matter how amazing the destination, I get a bit grumpy in the evening. And maybe a little withdrawn. And antisocial. And homesick for my people. When that happens I tend to wander off to my room, close the door, get ready for bed no matter the time, … Continue reading a time to yell at those damn kids, or not to…
