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started my second day... already getting to work... I like that... I also like that due to the hour time difference, I can get up earlier without breaking a sweat... plus I don't have to kill myself trying to get in the office in the morning... the hotel is niiiice... a jw - plust I get access to the concierge lounge so double plus. the bed are waaaay comfy. no free internet access though, so boo. plus - I don't have an official cube yet, so I'm floating around trying to find a good spot with an internet connection. oh, and my supervisees aren't idiots, so that's another plus... a little scary that I understand my job right off... I hope I'm not an idiot... but I very well could be. if I am, I hope no one finds out- ;-)

I had one on this morning because it is cold in michigan.

it was very chilly at 4am and I need to turn the heat in the car up all the way.

I slept the whole flight. except for the 5 minutes it took to eat the cereal they gave me.

I wake up and we are already pulling into the gate at bush intl.

the dude with the orange sticks... he's wearing shorts and short sleeves.

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high today - low-80's...

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good thing I ironed my shirt under my sweater.

:-P

so I really like having the first row in first class because I can put my feet up against the wall, and I'm practically the first person off the plane. however, there is this twinge of anxiety, because that first seat does not have a spot for you to place your carry-on items in front of you. therefore, you have to use overhead space, and even in first class, there is still some fighting about trying to get the overhead space directly over your head, so that you don't have to reach back or hold up the line or whatever. other problems being that the emergency oxygen tanks are sometimes in that overhead space, so you can't even use that space, and you are forced to place your carry-on items in the overhead space across the aisle. >gasp!< 'how dare you!', the people sitting in seats c and d say with their eyes. 'blow me.' I think to myself. and then I feel bad because I thought that and then I apologize in my head to them, since I never said it out loud... after that I get a little sad because I'm such a jerk and I get a drink to drown out my sadness. fortunately for me (and to curb my drinking), after my first glass of wine (or coffee and baileys or vodka tonic) I pass out for 15 minutes while the plane takes off... I am then awakened by the bustle of the flight attendants getting the drink service going, and I remember how mean I was, so I get sad again, and I get another drink (what the heck, right? they're free) before I know it I've had 4 drinks in about an hour... Imsofakingdom... then I get picked up (hopefully I didn't leave my car at the airport because [not] driving home would suck...

but I digress.

I found that I can actually put my feet up when I sit in the window seats, so I have decided, from this point forth to sit in 2-A - I'm the 5th or 6th person off the plane, I don't have to stress about overhead space, and I get to put my legs up whilst I look out the window.

it still bothers me a bit that the some flight attendants still give me a double take (and twice had the audacity to card me) when I order my drinks. you saw the manifest chica. how many underage elite members do you know?

I'm such an a-hole.

I think I need a drink. :-P

one.

more.

month.

four weeks to be exact.

I will be done with ct.

then I go to houston.

we'll see if that's better or worse that the current situation.

clouds above you start to pour

when I wasn't traveling at all, I thought, gee - it would be nice to travel. now that I have been on a plane twice a week for the last two years, I'm thinking... gee... it be nice not to travel.

all of your doubts rage like a storm

I'm sure there is a middle ground some where. my goal is to find it.

you know, I wouldn't mind flying more than twice a week, if it means that I can sleep in my own bed more than three nights a week, and when I was home, I'd be done working.

and you don't know who you are anymore

we'll get there someday.

Somewhere there's a field and a river, you can let your soul run free. someday let me be the giver, let me bring you peace

for now, I guess I'm going to have to deal with being a raging alcoholic gamer with too much and not enough time...

oh... btw - I think I'm going to start selling my comics and anime figure collections... I will however, be saving some of the more sentimental items, but most of them are going on the block...

so if you are interested, let me know - otherwise I'll be dropping them on e-bay...