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January 22, 2008

Don’t tell me it isn’t a word. I just made it one. It’s the word that best describes the things my company does. I’m in Newburgh, NY. Don’t ask me where it is. I don’t know. I heard it’s west of NYC a good ways. I’ll google it and find out shortly. It’s about 20 here. Pretty warm compared to Omaha, which is where I was supposed to be tonight. Originally I was supposed to go to Newburgh and back, then to Omaha for the night. Then early this morning they discovered the plane we were supposed to take was broken in Texas. So instead of finding a new one they just delayed this flight 3 hours and canceled our overnight. Woo hoo! I get to go home. Or I can just get stuck in Newburgh because they’re scared of ice in Atlanta… I give up. The main object of the game right now is to just not expect anything to go any certain way. Then whatever way it turns out is fine. They have us flying back tomorrow before noon and then sitting at the airport for 7.5 hours before we go to Tulsa for the night… We’ll see about that. More ludicrosity if you ask me.

Atlanta has been tormented by the cold lately. And before those of you who live in sub-zero, snow covered lands 9 months of the year start to mock us, we live in Atlanta so we don’t have to deal with that. Don’t hate us just cause you’re frozen solid :-P. Thanks to the cold in Atlanta I got to spend an extra 7 hours in Key West Friday night where the coldest it got was about 70. Yes, it was amazing and beautiful. I’m actually a little envious of myself for getting to go there. Then it was back on the plane, close the door for an hour and a half, and open it to snow.

All this talk of work and weather is boring even me to sleep. I’m sorry.

I think I mentioned the dating dealbreaker the other day. Tonight I realized I have another one. There was a fairly decent looking man on my flight tonight. He was sitting by the window and didn’t really say much to me but smiled at me a lot and spent a lot of time looking at me. When he got off the plane he (awkwardly) went to shake my hand and gave me a paper with his name, number, and email address on it. It looked like it was written by a third grader… He had started writing out his email address, seen that it wouldn’t fit as one line and scribbled it out and wrote it again smaller. He even had to correct his phone number. Is it so much to ask that a man be able to write like an adult? And I know I’m asking for the world, but how about he write like a male adult while he’s at it. I’m sure I’m not the only one that gets incredible put off by silly things like accents and handwriting (and spelling, grammar, bad teeth, bad fingernails… )

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