The Plane Ride
I’m sitting on a plane right now, on my way to meet Brian in Arizona.
I’m reading The World is Flat on and off (and so is the guy next to me) and listening to a stellar show — 5/19/74.
The guy next to me (that’s his picture), travels for work most of the time. Appropriate for two people reading The World Is Flat, Kevin is in a managerial role and may outsource some of his work (recall, my job got outsourced last year). Kevin’s house was hit by lightening about ten years ago, as was mine about 30 years ago. What are the odds, huh? We learned this about each other while we watched lightening dance in the clouds outside the plane.
He’s on his way home to his wife; I’m on my way to my Brian.
Kevin, it turns out, has an interest in adventure travel. I’ll put him in touch with my bud Danillo, who runs an adventure travel company in Costa Rica.
I had a short, but productive, day at work, capping off a very satisfying week. I feel like I’m finally learning my way around at my newish job. Our project is coming together.
The day started with a laundry meltdown. They didn’t deliver my laundry last night, so I couldn’t pack until this morning, which was a huge pain in the ass and it foiled my attempt to get to work by 8:30 (considering I left at 3:30 I thought it would be nice to arrive before my customary 9:30). I ended the relationship with the laundry guy with a refund and a blaze of fuck-you’s.
Posting from the Treo, on the plane. I’ll send the post when we land. I’m not as fluent on the Treo as I’d like, and there aren’t links (I like posting a lot of links) and I’m not sure about HTML support in flickr, so for now there’s none of that.
(Kevin has a Treo, too, and we tried to beam but it didn’t work. Kevin has never beamed. Apparently there’s also something in The World Is Flat about taking one’s picture and posting it on the internet.)