Lord, what a day.
When your husband says to you in the morning, “Honey, you have a brand new job and a cool title. I think… you need some new clothes.” you KNOW you’re looking busted. It may be some women’s idea of heaven to spend a Saturday shopping for new clothes, in Manhattan no less. I am not one of them. I love clothes. I love dolling it up sometimes. But I want those clothes to just materialize in my closet. In a retail establishment I run out of patience right quick. Still, I will shop this weekend.
It’s “Internet Week” in NY. My boss is on the executive committee, so I hauled myself downtown for an 8am panel discussion on entertainment media. When I got there I learned 8-8:50 was a networking breakfast. The panel didn’t actually start until 9. As would say, “Blast Knuckles!” I did get a free yogurt parfait, but I would have rather had the additional hour of sleep.
Next week I’ll be working in Knoxville so I can get to know the team. Damon and Alden are coming along, which is lovely. Now grandmothers are piling on, so I think it will be exhausting but fun. This afternoon, looking at my travel reservations, I realized that I’d set the car pickup one day too late. So I called the travel office to ask them to fix it. That was when they told me that my plane ticket was not so much actually purchased. I said, “Wah!? Wuh?! I have a confirmation email!” Turns out it was just a confirmation that I had found a flight I wanted (I guess). “So… I have no ticket?” No, I have no ticket. Then I lay on the agent that my husband and tiny tiny baby are on that flight. (I bought their tickets separately because I am a Girl Scout and wanted to keep my expense report clean and easy.) She was able to get me actually booked on the flight, but I don’t even want to discuss how much that ticket cost with only three days notice and no Saturday overnight. Really. I hope I don’t get a beat down.
Oh, and the asparagus I wanted to make for dinner had gone rotten. *shakes fist at sky*
jaysaint 