Busy... and cold.

I stayed 2 hours late at work today for a meeting.  Tomorrow, I meet my best friend after work to offer my shoulder.  Her only birth child is shipping out for Iraq on Monday.  Thursday, I go to work early to do statements.  Friday, I fly out to Indianapolis.  What a week!

I don't have to fly commercial.  I don't mind flying commercial, but I DO mind the 2 hour wait in the airport, as well as the layovers.  We will leave from an airport much closer than home than Kansas City International (which isn't close to ANYONE or ANYTHING!)  We'll stop off somewhere in Illinois to drop off one person, then on to Indy, to set up the booth (a 2-3 hour ordeal.)

Then some dinner and off to my room, to post on this journal and watch TV alone.  It may sound lonely to you, but I'm OK with it.  I need a quiet night and it will include a stupidly long shower (gotta love never-ending hot water) and a thermostat cranked up to 80ish.  It will include surfing the net and ignoring any call that doesn't come from my family.  Yeah, that's livin'!

Saturday will be 6 hours of trade show, and dinner with our outside sales reps, and maybe a customer or two.  Sunday will be 5 hours of trade show, and 3 hours of packing up the booth, followed by a private flight while I miss the Super Bowl once again.  If I didn't have great customers in Indy, who ask for me annually, I'd ask to NOT go to this show.

I DO have those customers, though, and I miss the Super Bowl annually because of it.  The company owner offered to get a satellite radio so I can listen to the game, but I still miss all the great commercials.  Oh well, it's my lot in life.  It's not a lot, but it's my life. (a stolen quote from A Bug's Life.)

Time to go put away some laundry in time to watch Boston Legal.  Nighters.