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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...

dude...

las vegas is stupid.

it's hot.

you eat at crappy buffets or macdonald's.

the pool is tiny at the crappy hotel at which you are staying.

and everyone is old or is trying to work you in some way.

and there is enough silicon to rebuild the internet

AND you lose all your money.

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except for if you go with john and dana and spencer.

first - it wasn't even nearly as hot as I expected it to be... in fact, it was in the 70's the whole weekend.

second - I probably dropped more on dinner than I did at the tables... which is saying a lot, considering how much I dropped at the tables (but hey, I'm just making a deposit in vegas so that when I go next year, I'll be able to withdraw it... but man, it was damn good food.

third - three words. hard. rock. pool. I'm glad we stayed there because it was worth it just to hang out at the pool. I love swimming. I love dancing. what better combination than to swim and dance.

fourth - a lot of people will try to work you, but a lot of people are as nice as they are crazy... and man are they crazy. (and it's probably not a good idea to think any good-looking person - both female and male - is only hitting on your because they are hookers... which is what I thought anytime someone smiled at me... and for goodness sake - DON'T ASK THEM! which I found out the hard way...

fifth - leave your atm card at home as well as any unneeded credit cards - this probably saved me from a divorce.

sixth - remember to buy something for your significant other at least - this is easier if you aren't wasted most of the time you are awake. so...

seventh - you might enjoy vegas more if you don't drink. but I wouldn't know... you might even be smart enough to walk away from a table when you are up... but I wouldn't know...

eighth - expect to lose whatever money you bring - otherwise you will not enjoy yourself at all. then anything that comes back with you, that's just gravy baby. don't even pretend that you aren't about to lose all your money.

ninth - Never [CENSORED] but then john said [CENSORED] but dana [CENSORED] and spencer just [CENSORED]. rita told [CENSORED] while nancy picked [CENSORED] and nawfal and lisa got engaged at the venetian in a gondola... I guess everything else has to stay in vegas... :-P

tenth - my face is sunburned. I tried to exfoliate, but I think I just made it worse. oh, did I mention it was my first time in vegas?

so it's raining hard.

that's always fun. I don't have an umbrella and I have to walk about a half a block outside to get to the office.

but at least it's getting darker earlier! that means when I wake up for work and when I get back to my apartment it's dark on both ends.

how exciting.

I had the last week off.

I had all of these grand ideas about all the things that I would accomplish.

clean out the office, work on the yard, do laundry, run errands...

I did some of that stuff, but what ended up happening was super smash bros. melee...

it was lying around the house, I bought it a long time ago, but I never actually played it. so I figured, eh, what the hell. let's give it a whirl.

next thing, I was trying to unlock all of the characters and stages and I am still trying to get every single trophy.

I think I'm over it now, enlightenment through over-indulgence. The same thing happened when I was playing resident evil 4 (and I still haven't been able to unlock the hand cannon)...

In any case, I have to get back to the real world... you know... work. bleh.

ugh.

so I just spent a week at training, learning about things that are supposed to make me a better manager or whatever.

so I learned a bunch. neat.

I think another major point for brining everyone from all over the world to train at the same place is to expand everyone's global network.

this is accomplished by forcing them into groups made up of people from different countries, making sure that they can handle cultural differences, and then encouraging them to drink. a lot.

this is all well, and good, but I find it amazing how easily I can work with people for extended periods without really using their name. and then when I have to use their name I struggle to find their name tag.

also, it doesn't help that my roommate from my current project was out here with me, and he's not much help when it comes to temperance. in fact, he was more of an encouraging factor to get "black out drunk"

so that's what usually happened - every night - after dinner and before training... this week was mostly rooting for the pistons get to the eastern conference finals and watching the western conference fight themselves to death... all that on top of getting wasted. we made good acquiantences with the bartenders btw - so much that we ended up drinking with them last night.

in anycase... if I met anyone during the period after dinner and before the next morning, chances are, I did not remember what your name was. the fact is, though, that for some reason, everyone else has a memory like a steel trap - or they just don't drink as much (which I'm thinking is possible, although not quite likely given the group of people with whom we work) and painfullly brings up the details of how badly I made an ass out of myself the night before. fortunately, those antics are immediately erased by the next night's foolishness... and I don't have quite big enough an ego to think that anyone will really remember anything for much longer than a few days after returning to their "normal" lives in their own countries.

but, for the record. I convinced a number of people that I was still 18 and from not the US. I did this by using a crappy non-descript accent that could only be used on americans or asians. anyone from a european country or from australia or south africa could easily see through the non-accent that I have. it was easier just to pretend that I had a stutter (which made everyone feel sorry for me for about a day, until I revealed that I'm an ass and didn't really have a speech impediment.)

hey. I get bored easily.

really.

so I need to find ways to make myself laugh. and laughing at people who look at me in confusion is quite funny.

but hey.

that's just me.

played at laserquest last night... fun time... the trick to a higher score is quantity as opposed to quality - your hit ratio suffers, but you score way more hits. also, when playing teams, it is best to be surrounded by the other team in a tight area because you can light them up and score crazy points while they all fuss with you and score a scant few from just you while the rest of your team cleans up elsewhere. sure, you get shot like crazy, but you score way more points than you lose...

in any case, we had to pick code names, so every time you get shot by someone, it tells you where you were shot and by whom.

in my case, everytime I shot someone, the name they saw was:

SPARKLE

because there is probably nothing more annyoing than being lit up by a person with a code name like that.

::: ::: :::

Now listen up, you primitive screwheads. See this?

This...

is my BOOMstick!

it's not pretty outside today... nothing but clouds and low 60's...

not that I mind the weather, but I do appreciate when the sun comes out to play...

it's just nice.

too many clouds for too long isn't fun.

so there are about 25 actual hours left until my weekend begins.

you know... I think maybe that I shouldn't sleep for the whole weekend and then just work and sleep during the week while I'm away...

but I'm thinking that the weekends wouldn't be as much fun if I was tired and cranky...

so sleep is good.

k.

that's it.