I’m Laboring on Labor Day

2:20 pm · category: Hotel Hell, Kids Are All Right, The

Because that’s what the boss does!

I’ve been fairly busy since I returned from Atlanta, but I feel like a heel for not updating in a timely manner. Here are the highlights of the trip:

  • I spent $160 on food in eight days — which is more than I spend on groceries in a month. But I had the best four-cheese manicotti ever, prime rib that was so juicy and rare that the idea of steak sauce horrified me, and one of everything on the menu at The Cheesecake Factory. Okay, no, the last one was what I wanted, but it’s not what I actually had. Let it be known that I’ve had classes where the desk tops were smaller than the platters at The Cheesecake Factory.
  • I remembered that time zones are stupid.
  • I had quite a bit of trouble adjusting to the fact that I’d crossed the Invisible Channel Barrier, wherein all radio and television call letters suddenly begin with “W” instead of “K.” I hate that.
  • I realized I can drive in metro traffic at rush hour, which is good! Someday I might live in a place that has more than three traffic lights, so it’s nice to know I have that skill.
  • I scored a 95% on my test and I didn’t even study. All the questions I missed were math related, which is sort of depressing because I had — and used — a calculator.
  • I had dinner with Rob, who was very un-Ted like and just as delightful as Cindy promised. However, he was also a perfect gentleman, so there was no “steamy infinite sex.” Dammit.

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