The Deal that Apparently Never Ends™ still isn't closed. I know - I'm shocked, too. Not. I was really hoping not to work this weekend, but it's not looking good for the home team.
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It behooves me to find out if a hotel is in a bad part of town before I actually get to it. That way, I can avoid being accosted by homeless people looking for cigarettes. Trying to be fiscally responsible on my company's behalf is all well and good, but really - nobody seems to care but me, so next time I'm staying at the Hyatt, home of the $18.00 breakfast buffet.
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When I'm in a high stress period, my insomnia tends to creep back, and I sleep poorly in hotels under the best of circumstances. This means I wake up at 3:00 or 4:00 a.m., unable to get back to sleep, and my current strategy is to just get up and go to the hotel gym. So by the time this deal closes I'll either be in the best shape of my life or ready to stroke out. Obviously, I'm hoping for the former, but I'm not ruling out the latter.
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Sometimes, complaining loudly and often results in people taking your concerns seriously. Sometimes it doesn't. But either way, if you do it in writing, your ass is covered when the shit inevitably hits the fan.
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While in a cafe yesterday in the Detroit airport, I rediscovered the wonder that is Tabbouleh. I'll be making some tonight for my lunches, because I'm evidently turning into a hippie. A Lebanese hippie.
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Delta is fast turning into my airline of choice when I must go to points East in support of the Deal that Apparently Never Ends™. The flights I take are consistently on time, I don't have to check my tiny suitcase, and Delta has also installed these little power stations in their gate areas. Best. Idea. Evah.
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Back in the days I was still a road warrior, I knew where power outlets were in many airline concourses. Meant of course for cleaning.
I even carried a multiple outlet tap so six of us could use it not just two.
Mmmmm, tabbouleh!
Ooooh oooh, welcome to my world. I make the meanest tabbouleh this side of Beirut.
In fact, I will prove it... The next time y'all visit LA, you are invited to a Mediterranean feast at yours truly. And that means you Janiece and whoemver from your posse you choose to accompany you. Because THAT's how one extends the famous Lebanese hospitality. Can I hear a "kulluna lil watan" !!
filelalaine, the lovely Carol Elaine lives in LA, AND she's a vegan. So tabbouleh is right up her alley.
Janiece and filelalaine, tabbouleh is a fine, fine thing. I've tasted some lovely tabbouleh in L.A. (filelalaine, I think you're not too far from Papa George's Hy Mart Sandwiches - if you haven't already been there, you must go), so the promise of the meanest tabbouleh this side of Beirut is an intriguing one indeed.
Stick the word "homemade" in the above invitation, to correct the blatant omission.
Carol Elaine darling, I think it's high time our paths cross, don't you think?
Woops, I forgot to switch back to the filelalaine ID..again! Grrrr.
I seem to recall an earlier post of yours indicating that you were being treated for anxiety as a cause of your insomnia -- if that's the case, and you're experiencing poor sleep due to stresses, you really should share that information with your care provider.
There may be nothing to be done, but it would be useful information for your file nonetheless.
Good luck!
Thanks, Darren. I plan on bringing it up at my next check up.
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