MichiganBell

My colleagues and I have taken to ending all work-related phone calls with the phrase: “love you!”

I think it’s sweet. And hilariously awkward.

Chicago Tuesday.

St. Louis Wednesday.

Kansas City Thursday.

Chicago Tuesday.

St. Louis Wednesday.

Kansas City Thursday.

I’m in Chicago for the evening! And I love it here!!

I’m in Chicago for the evening! And I love it here!!

Comfort zone

Ya ever think about your rut & routine? Why you’re stuck, in so many ways? Making excuses instead of just doing things and taking chances?

Part of my companies’ culture is self-awareness and improvement. We attend seminars all over the country to improve ourselves and ultimately our team.

I was woken up with a phone call after midnight, requesting my presence Tuesday in Chicago. Five hour train ride, five hour seminar, five hour ride back, arriving at four am, and then working at 10:30. Plus, I have to be on the road at 4 am the next day for an interview. The easy thing is to say “no” right?! Also, I need to get Tuesday off from work, to make it happen.

My friend Dani is orchestrating this. There’s nothing going on, no motives, she just thinks I’d benefit from the message delivered.

Of course I’m about to commit. It’d be good bonding time, and a great experience. I think I can sleep on the train ride back.

I hope all this translated in words the way I intended!

I’ve been chatting with this woman at the gym for about a year now.  Let’s call her Barb.  Because that’s her name.  We talk 2 or 3 times per week.  She always hugs me.  She usually has her hand on my waist, or holds my arm when we talk.  Almost always touching me, right?! And she visited me at work twice this past spring.
I asked the other day if there’s a “Mr. Barb.”  Yup, she be married.
Woof.  The ultimate in mixed messages.  I’m thankful that I didn’t ask her out.  In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ll never ask another woman out.  I’m that demoralized with the entire thing.
Also, I ruined my car today.  By drilling holes for the front license plate bracket.

I’ve been chatting with this woman at the gym for about a year now.  Let’s call her Barb.  Because that’s her name.  We talk 2 or 3 times per week.  She always hugs me.  She usually has her hand on my waist, or holds my arm when we talk.  Almost always touching me, right?! And she visited me at work twice this past spring.

I asked the other day if there’s a “Mr. Barb.”  Yup, she be married.

Woof.  The ultimate in mixed messages.  I’m thankful that I didn’t ask her out.  In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ll never ask another woman out.  I’m that demoralized with the entire thing.

Also, I ruined my car today.  By drilling holes for the front license plate bracket.

Czech this out.
Iran this morning.  Anything under 9 minute miles are great, because…
Iraq at lack of motivation.  Only 10 miles this month.  Oof.
Chile it is not.  Over 80 degrees at 10 am when I started.
Hungary now.  

Czech this out.

Iran this morning.  Anything under 9 minute miles are great, because…

Iraq at lack of motivation.  Only 10 miles this month.  Oof.

Chile it is not.  Over 80 degrees at 10 am when I started.

Hungary now.  

Yes, I would like to double my pay
  • I’ve had three phone interviews in recent weeks for a position just north of Kansas City.  Going for an in-person meeting next week!
  • I never set out to be a lifetime Midwesterner, but I’ve no complaints either.
  • I’ve only lived in Michigan, Ohio and Missouri.  Don’t judge me.
  • It’s okay to judge the Ohio thing.  It taught me where I DIDN’T want to live.
  • Gotta go run before it gets any hotter outside!
I committed to texting a selfie every day for the rest of this month to Wendy. I’m certainly not going to post them all, but this one amuses me.

I committed to texting a selfie every day for the rest of this month to Wendy. I’m certainly not going to post them all, but this one amuses me.

My squinty-eyed face at six flags last week. From the bright sun, and not just because I’m half Asian. 

Before the sunburn.

My squinty-eyed face at six flags last week. From the bright sun, and not just because I’m half Asian.

Before the sunburn.

Fireworks

Were pretty cool! And loud. Damn loud.
May cause brain deafness.

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