Day One

Made it in one piece.

Missed a flight. Navigated airport security. With two laptops nonetheless. Always good for a laugh.

Next flight delayed for change of wind shield wiper. Weird. Some poor bird. Ooph.

Passel of work, but nothing too hectic.

Things learned today:

- STUPID OFFICE PROTOCOL THING: If you type a first name into Outlook, it will send an e-mail to that person.

- SELF REALIZATION: My fears and worries put each other into perspective, but apparently only temporarily. Case in point - didn't bat an eye re. flight today. Usually a nervous flyer(surprise!). Lots of turbulence. I was unfazed. Note to self - terror of trial useful in fight against fear of flying.

- GROWING UP?: My errant older brother called to check in on me. Said he is trying to make up for past deficiencies. Just wants to make sure that I am okay. So I guess he is not truly a bad person for ignoring me and making me worry for so long, and I am not such a bad person for bringing up my grievances with my bro (and resultantly making him cry). So apparently I can vent constructively and my family members are capable of changing (responding constructively to said vent).

Interesting?

- ABSOLUT PEASANTRY: Much like my first (and only) trip in 1st class where I proceeded to ball up my coat to stick it under my seat, and the flight attendant over my shoulder noted, "Dear, you know we can hang that in the closet for you..." and thus I branded myself a 1st
class rookie, and a permanent member of the peasantry. Clearly I am a Coach girl, through and through. So at hotel today, I get my own room - 2 queen sized beds. I don't even know what to do with that. It feels odd enough to be in a hotel room by myself. It is even more odd to have one with such an over-abundance of bed space. The decadence, the luxury. It boggles my mind. Feel like I should alternate beds every night just to make use of them.