Today begins a month of extraordinary travel for my job. Really, once I put it out there, most people, including me, would say, "Oh, that's not so bad." Then I put it in the context of "I love the organized schedule of my usual life and so does my daughter", and it makes me a little stressed. Thank goodness I will have time to throw in some personal fun (although I should probably take it easier on that since I recently had the good luck to strand myself an hour away from home with a dead battery just because I wanted to be a badass on the banked track too).
Today, I leave for California at 6:45 p.m. CDT. Tomorrow, I work for at least twelve and a half hours, which includes a presentation on a subject that gives me indigestion and an evening meeting with Asia Pac that makes my eyes feel very droopy. I return home at 10:00 p.m. CDT on Thursday. Friday, we camp; Saturday, we jump out of a plane; and Sunday, we return home for Zeigfest! Woohoo!
Halloween plans are shaping up nicely, including a Ghostland Observatory show that I have been looking forward to since July. A long-lost friend from Austin will be joining me and my sister, but no word on whether I can get everyone to dress up yet. The Friday after Halloween, I'm finally going to a University of Houston football game, almost twenty years after I received my bachelor's degree. Good times!
The next trip to California will be November 7-9. This one is extra special because the family will also be dealing with the opening weekend of deer season and the only flight I could take back gets me home at 12:30 a.m. CST on November 10. Why is this the only flight? I have to give the October 20th presentation on a subject that gives me indigestion to a Houston audience at noon CST on November 10th, after giving a presentation on my wonderful Community of Practice at 2:00 p.m. PST on November 9th. Loving my job right about now! May try to throw in a visit to the Renfest the weekend of the 13th, or The Kitten will hate me forever.
Don't worry; I'm not finished yet. I'm getting the 36 hours of professional development I need to complete my annual goals at a conference in Washington, DC, November 16-18. At least I get to see The Yankee on that trip and hopefully come home in one piece. Last time we partied in DC, I danced on a bar. Shocking, I know. I think I lost those pictures when my computer died this summer; well, it was either those or the videos from Key West. It's a good thing the proof of either is hard to find.
And that, my friends, is my upcoming month of extraordinary travel for my job. When I get home on November 19th or 20th (haven't decided yet), I'll have already started on ten extraordinary days of no work at all. Could be worse, y'all, could be worse.
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