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I consider myself a frequent flyer since I take to the skies at least once a month, and I’ve always been blissfully unaware of how uncommon “mishaps” are in the skies. And then, I found Aviation Herald which discusses EVERY incident, in detail. Like the guy two days ago who got naked on a US Airways plane from Charlotte to LAX and refused to get dressed again, or the stories of tires blown, and engines shut down mid-flight, and on and on and on.

The thing is, I KNOW there are a lot of flights that land safely every day and that it is by far the safest way to travel. But there’s still something unnatural about it to me (as much as I love it), and there still are all of these odd little strange things happening, that should they ever happen to me, I WILL FREAK OUT to a capacity that has never before been known.

Those of you that read Schnitzel read about the pneumatic line rupture on my landing in Frankfurt last month, and my panic, and how AWFUL I thought it was. And the thing is, THAT didn’t even make AvHerald. I REALLY thought death was imminent, but yet here it was more minor than a naked guy on a plane. If a flight of mine never makes it on AvHerald, I think I will be a happy girl.

July 2nd, 2009 | Category: random | Leave a comment

A conversation at work with a co-worker who is not my boss but who is important enough to boss me around.

Him: I know I was supposed to let you know last week if we’d have room for your presenation, but we do have room if you still want to do it.

Me: Actually, I have meetings the rest of the day and a deadline to meet as well, and I don’t think I can pull anything together by 8 a.m. tomorrow.

Him: Are you sure? We have room for you.

Me: Yes, I’m sure. I must get this deliverable met.

Him: But, it’s not that much work to put together a presenation is it?

Me: Absolutely, yes. I need to pull reports, assemble data - it is a few hours of work at least.

Him: But we have room for you to speak for 10 minutes.

Me: Sorry, I can’t commit to that.

Him: Are you SURE?

Me: Yes. Sorry.

(Five minutes later as the guilt sets in.)

Me: (Knocking on office door) - On second thought, if you really need me to talk, I can work tonight to put something together for tomorrow.

Him: Oh, great! Be sure to get me your slides before you leave today.

Pressure. Gah. And the worst of this is that throughout the year I’ve put together six of these presentations and only actually presented two because there wasn’t enough time for me. A bit of a demotivator, perhaps.

June 29th, 2009 | Category: annoying | Comments (1)

Stolen from  Completely Irrelevant, which I found through Zoot’s comments based on this post.

(And I felt the need to put commentary in italics. Just like this!)

June 23rd, 2009 | Category: lists | Leave a comment

We ate at a Portuguese restaurant tonight and I realized I might just have a major crush on Portugal. Islands? Check. Mountains? Check. Beaches, wine, brandy, really awesome food? Check.

We’ve been to 18 countries since we got here but not one of them is called PORTUGAL. And now that I’ve had Portuguese food - oh. my. god. yum. - I think I will catch the next plane out.

And to top it off, the island of Madeira came up in a conversation at work, and I think this might be my dream destination. SO, I’m going.

And hoping I can write it off with next year’s taxes. (I mean, we DID talk about it at work, so that makes it a business trip, right?)

(If you agree with me, can I pay you an obnoxiously large amount of money to do my taxes, in which I will be forced to pay the government an amount roughly equal to a small organ to finance?)

June 23rd, 2009 | Category: random | Leave a comment

Yes, I know I’m horribly unhip to have a full-on love affair with my Blackberry (and NOT an iPhone because I don’t HAVE an iPhone), but OH. MY. GOD! Am I happy to have a BB today.

After more than TWO WEEKS out of the office, I’m not digging through hundreds of e-mails. I kept up on EVERY SINGLE ITEM on my vacation. Sure, there are a million and one things to respond to, but at least I’m not digging painfully through each and every response to an issue that was resolved 13 days ago. “Reply to all” needs to be banned from some users, I swear,

Anyway, I’m back at work but kind of depressed about it since this means no more vacation until October when we go to Greece, and - worse still - no more company holidays until CHRISTMAS. You fortunate souls with Labor Day and Thanksgiving still in your future - I’m jealous.

June 15th, 2009 | Category: paying the bills | Leave a comment

We’re leaving for a wedding in L.A. this weekend, and I’m following that up with a quick two day jaunt with my BFF in Las Vegas. I’m slightly guilty because this trip was tacked on at the last minute, and in the meantime I’m cutting short my visit to Iowa from seven days to five.

I know, surely five days in Iowa is PLENTY, right? But I am feeling bad because grandma is still so sick and here I will be off hobnobbing it at the Wynn when I could be bedside at the nursing home feeding her applesauce.

I’m a bad, bad person. I’m trying to justify it by looking at the fact that my BFF really misses me and needs to see me too. (Are you buying that?)

May 28th, 2009 | Category: Vegas baby | Leave a comment

Ok, I know I still have a job and I know that I do a good job at work. But, I still get this uneasy, queasy feeling each and every time my boss says “I need to talk to you for a few minutes.” So now I have the next 30 minutes to go over every possible thing I could have maybe once done wrong and decide if that is coming back to haunt me. Like the time when I worked at Osco drugstore in 12th grade and called in sick to go to the senior keg! Oh. My. God. I knew this day would come back to haunt me.

May 22nd, 2009 | Category: paying the bills | Comments (1)

I’ve shared plenty of sleepwalking/talking/etc stories in the past, but last night we had a fun one. Rumor has it* I got up, went to the overhead light switch and turned it on, and then, when Travis said “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” as he rolled over and shielded his eyes, I giggled in a nasty little “I’m the devil, why, what are you doing?” way, turned it off, and went back to bed.

And then, as the story goes**, I let him sleep for another hour or so, then got up, went to his side of the bed and turned the fan off, and returned to my side of the bed with a big sigh. He thought I must have been cold, but since it was 97 degrees in the room he turned it back on after a few minutes.

* Clearly a malicious rumor.
** And an unlikely story. This guy is totally out to slander me.

May 19th, 2009 | Category: Life of I | Comments (1)

People would actually DO THIS?

May 13th, 2009 | Category: finds | Comments (4)