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June 11, 2008

I’m supposed to be in Napa…er…Mexico…er…

This week I had planned to spend some girl time with my good friend MB in Napa. She’s here from Lexington, KY and meeting some of her gal pals for a week of wine tasting, pampering and possibly some piercing or permanent inking in honor of a milestone birthday.

Unfortunately, I had to cancel because I was asked to take my boss’ place at a training course this week. In Mexico. I quickly renewed my passport, picked an awesome hotel with fantastic photo opportunities, and was learning things like one should never say “Yo soy caliente,” unless one means “hot” in the Paris Hilton sense and not the “I am sweating my face off” sense. And then aye caramba, just days after I told MB I couldn’t make it to Napa, my plans changed. Mexico was out, because my services were requested in North Carolina to help with a documentation emergency. I’m just a tech writer. I don’t feel important enough or smart enough to fly out here and help (the depth of my self-esteem knows no bounds). When this trip was presented to me (read: when I was told I was going to work in NC), it was suggested that I come Every. Single Week. That’s right. Fly out every Monday and home every Friday. But that’s not feasible for several reasons, so I’m here this week and next and then we’ll see where we go from there.

This morning, I awoke at 3:45 AM. (That 3:45 was in all caps, by the way, because I was yelling it.) Three forty-five in the morning is not morning. It’s still night. But I got up and was at SFO in plenty of time for my early morning flight. I felt like a zombie. I was there, but not really there and I didn’t remember how I got there. So, when I saw someone I thought I knew, I wasn’t surprised I couldn’t remember his name. Also, turns out, I didn’t know him, exactly. It was Adam from Myth Busters and he was standing near me at the security check point. He is much taller than I thought. Also, he’s kinda hot, in a geeky way. Señor Savage es caliente.

So here I sit in a Residence Inn, while Matte gets DirecTV installed at our house, clears out our apartment, bolts bookcases to the walls for earthquake safety, gets the fence repaired that the fumigators busted into slats, waits for AT&T to set up our phones, and generally gets us moved in to our house. I would much rather be there, helping him, (and watching the cats slide all over the hardwood floors) but I sort of need this job to help pay that mortgage we just signed up for for the next 30 years.

6 people have roominated about “I’m supposed to be in Napa…er…Mexico…er…”

  • mil says:

    Since I can’t remember my h.s. Spanish, I will have to say in English “I am so sorry for the both of you, but tonight mostly you.” 🙁

  • Noelle says:

    I wish I knew Spanish for “I would give anything to be on a plane with Adam from Mythbusters.”

  • sizzle says:

    Mexico would have been MUCH better. 3:45 AM is a time when no one should be awake.

    I really hope they don’t make you be away for so long. You just moved into your house! You need to be settling in!

    Jobs can be so stupid.

  • Mandy Lou says:

    Mmm, NC or Mexico – you definitely got the short end of the stick. And how can how can documents have an emergency?

  • Sarah says:

    I’m sure Matte will be kind enough to film the cat-skidding for you. Perhaps a video conference call could also be set up for live action -cat-ion? – amusement?

  • Jeff says:

    Ah the ol’ red eye feeling. Can’t wait to see the pics. We think Adam’s cool, but missed him at the Maker’s Fair ,and we also congratulate you on the new abode. Don’t worry, you’ll find a way to make the payments.

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