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Austin Day Three

First thing I did this morning when I got downstairs was look up those other two work style types I couldn’t remember. I knew the one I scored highest in started with e-x. Excitable? Yes, but not it. Expendable? Yes again, but still not the right word. Drove me nuts all night.

Can you stand the suspense…

EXPRESSIVE. Yes, that is the work style I scored highest in but could not remember. Amiable was the other. WHATEVER! I don’t have an ulcer. At least we can all get some sleep tonight.

Day two’s agenda was even better than day one, and not just because there were no big words for me to forget. Day two is Operational Excellence and Guest Service Day. I’ve got home court advantage for these sections. The Guest video makes me laugh. The group was feisty today, like locked up monkeys or something. It’s bizarre how managers go a little crazy when their kept in a chair for 2 days. What’s crazier is some of the sound bites that came out of the last 2 days:

Addressing a manager:“You hit the nail on the key” – My Boss
Commenting on the amount of water I consumed today:“You’re going to be over saturated” – Sledgehammer
In response: “I’m not a lawn!” – Yours Truly
Retort: “You won’t drain properly!”  – Sledgehammer
OK maybe we were all a little stir crazy. Also Sledge has never seen my giant green hydration tank I drag around like a tattered security blanket so how was he to know that the water he saw me consume was only a drop in the bucket. Heh heh, see what I did there? OK I’ll stop.

We had dinner at Brickhouse Tavern & Tap. I am sad and offended that this wonderful concept has not made it further west than Texas. I’m starting a petition. We need more cask-aged beer! Mmmmmmmm smooth and velvety.

Oh and this happened:

That fashion tragedy is brought to you by my refusal to check a bag – only brought two pair of shoes – and walking 300 million blocks and giving myself blisters last night. I totally represented the PNW in this outfit. However, despite being hobbled by a blister the size of a silver dollar, I still did my blasted C25K workout. I’m hardcore (no not at all).

Let the record show it is 9:15ish here, and I am in my room. Where I shall stay because we leave for the airport at 5:45 tomorrow. The sun has been beautiful, but I’m ready to head home.


Austin Day One

It is that time of year again! Spring brings rain, rain, more rain and my travel season!  Strap in folks! This is just the beginning.

The trip started with my alarm going off at 5:30 am. I think the next time I have to get up at 5:30 am I’m going to make some “accidental” pocket dials. That way you all get the full experience as it’s happening rather than these marginally entertaining recaps.

The PDX-OAK leg of this trip was uneventful; I began to wonder if I would have anything to share with you all. And then we landed in Las Vegas. I was the only passenger to stay on the plane and Oh. My. Hell.  did it get interesting at that point. First passenger on the plane had two purse dogs sans the purse. Remember I’m the ONLY person on the plane. Every seat but the one my ass was in was available. And yet, she asked if she could sit in my row. Why would she do that? I surprised even myself when I said I’d prefer if she didn’t and for the briefest of moments I felt like a total a-hole. Then I remembered I wasn’t the crazy that brought two lap dogs on a plane. She took it well and sat across the aisle. And to be fair the dogs never made a sound or even moved that I know of. But still!

For those in the audience that aren’t privy to my vacation history, I’ve never been to Vegas so I have never left Vegas to understand the state that one would be in. Um wow, just…I don’t…I don’t even know what to say about it. Is there some sort of city ordinance that states you cannot shower before you leave the city? Do they require you to leave smelling like you just got off a refugee boat? Do they confiscate your toothbrush? Is deodorant contraband? Help me understand this! Needless to say the LAS-AUS leg of the trip was the longest of my short life (hush). But when I landed all was forgotten because hello sunshine! Glorious, glorious sunshine. I won’t be horrible and tell you the temperatures that are expected this week. Go ahead and click the link if you’d like to torture yourself. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

I met my coworker at baggage claim and my boss picked us up curbside. We dropped our bags at the hotel and found food quickly. Here’s what I recommend you don’t do; Don’t decide 3 days before your trip to start the C25K program. And then certainly don’t stuff your face full of shrimp enchiladas knowing damn well you have to go do some interval running nonsense. Just sayin’.

Couch to 5K: Day 1

Shiny new shoes. Goal is for them to not look shiny new someday.

I have foolishly decided to embark on the Couch to 5K running program again. Partly because I have shit for brains and partly because my gym membership expired and with as much as I’ll be traveling this summer, I really won’t benefit from renewing. C25K Day 1 looked easy. Run for 60 seconds, walk for 90 seconds. Repeat for 20 minutes. Let’s do this! I laced up and walked the half mile to the middle school down the street. The school that is at the bottom of the hill.

Walking to the track: Alternate walking and running for 20 minutes; 8 intervals? Cake! I doubt I’ll break a sweat.

Interval 1: First 60 seconds down, that wasn’t too bad.

Interval 2: Whooo! Look at me go, this 20 minutes is going to fly by! Hey Tom Sawyer, I love this song…oh but it’s been tainted since that company love-in thing where we had to pick our theme song. Stupid!

Interval 3: 90 seconds already? I wonder if I set the stopwatch correctly this last time? I bet this thing isn’t even working. Why the hell won’t my ear buds stay in? This is annoying.

Interval 4: What the hell lungs? We quit smoking 2 years ago!* There is no way we’re going to make it another 10 minutes.

Interval 4: Oh! Xtina! I’ll never sound like her if I quit now. Must. Continue.

Interval 5: They’re going to find me dead on this track because I’m going to die of choking on my own lung.

Interval 6: Why the fuck is the Inspector Gadget theme song on my iPod?!

Interval 7: Running is bullshit. This C25K idea is bullshit. Fuck you stop watch it has not been 90 seconds yet.

Interval 8: Thank *gasp* god tha’ts*wheeze* over *gasp* Oh shit I have to walk up the stairs to get out of here. 34 stairs to be exact. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow (repeat 30 times).

Walking home: I live on the wrong end of damn this hill. Screw you guy running past me, you’re running DOWN hill of course it looks effortless. I hate you, I hope you get bit by a dog.

Arriving home: I did it! Can’t wait to do it again Tuesday. This is going to be awesome.