I’m Never Getting Married

Currently, I am losing my mind and for once it has nothing to do with anxiety or depression or anything medication-related.

No. This has to do with my best girl’s wedding in DC.  I love her, but my brain is melting.

Everyone is trying to be helpful except for the matron of honor. She’s standing back from the crowd, and she has the right idea. The maid of honor and the mother of the bride are discussing the sister of the bride messing with the decorations. The sister is frustrated because the decorations aren’t classy enough for my friend. The wedding is tomorrow at noon.

Oh, and everyone’s nails and hair was supposed to be done today, but that did not get even close to done. Our poor cosmotologist is going out of her mind.

Let’s add in that the mother of the bride is a spitfire who argues EVERYTHING. You can repeat her words right back to her and she will fight you on everything you just said. She does not speak American English. I have learned through this experience that Bahamian English doesn’t translate well.

Looks like it’s time for the rehearsal dinner. Until next time.

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March Recap

Can’t believe I haven’t written in a month! Holy crap! I thought it’d been maybe two weeks, but no. A month. Wow.

The last few weeks have been kind of bizarre. I interviewed for two positions within the company. I completely bombed the one interview (it’s okay; I think we were equally disillusioned with one another). The second interview went well enough that they offered me the job. It’s an actual IT position, and they want to take one of my projects from my current job and expand it. I, of course, accepted without a second thought.

Beyond that, I’ve done sort of well with my writing. Devin and Patrick are both annoying me, so I keep revisiting old manuscripts to figure out what’s going on. I think I need to do a short time jump because Devin’s currently having the most mundane conversation with her mother. I have to remind myself again and again that I’m not actually starting this story over, that I’ve actually completed it a few times and there are things from previous manuscripts that should be saved.

Most of my journaling has been in a paper journal or in my head. I’ve not reflected much of my life in the last month just because I want nothing to do with most of it. I’m sincerely trying to do this one-day-at-a-time thing, but it’s hard. I’m programmed to focus on the future.

Currently, I’m in Dallas with my mom and a good friend I haven’t seen in years. I’m learning a lot from him that I can use toward my writing. In fact, this entire trip has been filled with things I can use toward my writing, including a fortuitous seating assignment on the plane ride over. A deep conversation with my neighbor taught me a lot about being a good leader, a good supervisor. Again, I may never use these things in my life off the page, but I can certainly apply them to my stories.

That’s the nutshell of this last month. I’m waiting on a start date for the new position. I’m excited to be starting the next phase of my accidental career. I also have an impending deadline to complete my manuscript. Wherever I happen to be by that date is where the story will stop. I have a goal in mind and it’s going to take some considerable sticktoitiveness to get there.

I hope you’re all having wonderful Aprils. We’ll talk again soon.

So I Went Into Work on My Vacation

You know those days when you couldn’t make this shit up if you tried?

Yup.

Someday, I am going to write a book starring the interesting people in my life. It’s going to start with a simple explanation of what I do (airplanes!), and then many examples of the people who can’t tell an airplane from a cruise ship.

I love my job.

Adventuring: Only 50% My Fault

The interesting happenings continue.

Today I started learning a computer program I’ve been waiting on for about 18 months. I’m really freaking excited. We’re doing all of the training in a test environment . . . which underwent some unscheduled maintenance on Saturday. ALL of our test scenarios were wiped out.

My trainers did the best they could, staying chipper and optimistic as we hit bump after bump. Three states away, the training department hustled to rebuild the test scenarios, keeping barely ahead of my class.

For comparison, when the software has scheduled maintenance, there is no training for the following week.

At the end of, oh, a ten-hour class, I wandered to the main floor of the building and called into a meeting about scheduling. I think I spent most of the meeting staring at the ceiling, just listening to the conversation. About 30 minutes of the call was unproductive. The conversation got productive when we hit overtime and the attendees decided we needed to decide on a schedule. We voted, the meeting ended, and I found myself on a bus back to the hotel.

It didn’t stop there.

My key didn’t work. I walked down to the front desk, told the lady my plight, and got a new key.

The red light above the handle blinked at me again.

Back to the desk I went. When I returned to my room with yet a third key, the concierge followed behind. My key didn’t work for a third time. She tried her key. The red light blinked at her, too. The battery in the key-reader was (is) dead.

I was planning to make a trip to the grocery store and purchase a few unnecessary items. I think that excursion might wait til tomorrow.

Still, staying positive. I’m enjoying the little adventures, actually, and wondering what climactic event they might lead up to.

To recount:

  • Getting lost on the way to Virginia (seriously a straight shot up I-77; I wandered astray in search of a Starbucks)
  • Tossing my work keys into a trash receptacle in Danville
  • Hightailing it out of a terrifying thunderstorm in Lynchburg (who in the hell knew thunder could be that loud?!)
  • Getting lost on my way back to Charlotte
  • Accidentally finding a little place called Lake Jeanette, which is, like, the coolest (because my middle name is Genette, I love water, and there are at least 3 streets that bear the names of my book characters)
  • Texting a friend, “Imma find me a North Carolina architect and settle down,” and immediately walking into a man wearing a t-shirt for an architecture firm
  • Getting lost in Charlotte
  • Getting locked out of my hotel room last night
  • Getting locked out of my hotel room tonight
  • Training gone awry, because who needs learning?

I think I love this place.