Checking In and Leaving Again in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Touching base before I leave on another trip. Philly this time [waving to DMT]. Gah. I do like to travel, but I also like to have things at least a little settled also. I feel really discombobulated. About everything.

My apartment is a shambles and I still don’t know where things are. Even after my parents helped me unpack. ESPECIALLY after my parents helped me unpack! Don’t get me wrong, I love that they came up to help me, but it may have been easier to unpack the boxes myself for the simple fact that I could put things where I want them and where I know they would be. Right now it’s almost like I’m staying in someone else’s apartment and I kinda know where stuff should be, but I still have to search for things!

The bathroom is indeed Drama Red. A coat of primer and three coats of red and I finally called it a day (or really, a weekend). I think it will look cool once I find just the right fabric to make my shower curtain and some curtains for the large window. Yep. There’s a really big window in my bathroom that looks straight into someone else’s apartment. They do keep their blinds fairly tightly shut. Thank goodness. I like to pretty much leave things wide open because I like natural sunlight so very much. We’ll see how long I can go before I realize that I’m giving someone a show!

Found a sitter for the kitty. Cool chick about my age or a little younger who owns a dog walking service. She’ll come in and feed and love on the cat (quit snickering) every day when I travel. All I have to do is call in and tell her which days I want her to come by. There’s one of my big concerns taken care of. I hate to bother friends and neighbors about stuff like that. And considering I don’t really have any friends here and I don’t yet know my neighbors (though I have said hello to everyone on my floor), this is a huge load off my mind.

Work….is well….still a little scary. Okay, a LOT scary. I have so much going on and have been literally thrown to the wolves, as I knew I would be. Still, I’m giving myself six good months of figure-it-out time. It’s horribly frustrating and the source of many a nightmare lately. I haven’t slept a full night since I’ve been here. I love the fact that my boss wants me to sit in on every meeting and take as many trips as I can, but I have two very large areas clamoring for my attention. And what makes matters worse is that I have no previous experience in either area. It would be so easy to have a breakdown. I hope if and when I do it will be in the comfort of my own apartment or something. And I also hope that it will be quick and relieving and then I will be able to move on.

So the trip today. The plane leaves at 6am. It’s 4:25 right now. I’m packed, but not quite ready so I do need to skedaddle. Luckily, it’s a company plane and the little airport is 15 minutes away. I drive right up to the hangar and simply walk onto the plane. Aah. The life. It’s easy to get used to flying on corporate jets! It’s easy to get very, very spoiled. Too bad I have to fly back commercial. Through Chicago no less. But this should be a cool learning experience. I’m going with the marketing team to sit in on some consumer research. It’s always fun to sit behind the two-way mirror and talk about people! Hah! Just kidding, sort of. Hopefully, I’ll have the time and the luxury to work on some other projects while listening and watching. Multitask. We’ll see. I hope.

I do know that I will be working most of this weekend. Must. Get. Up. To. Speed.

Better run. I’m not dressed yet. I’d hate to be late for the plane. The Prez is going too!

Kiss.