Kansas and Missouri

You know, my job isn't particularly interesting. To a deskworker it might sound fun, but in all actuality-- traveling is hard. The fascinating thing about my job is that I do it. For one, I get motion sickness, yet I fly at least once a week. On top of that, the idea of flying freaks me out. Airports I find to be hellish and hotel rooms are germ pools. Car rentals are annoying, and reading directions everywhere you go gets old. I sit in malls everyday, for god's sake.

Whine, whine, whine.

In any event, it's very much true that I hate about 90% of the states in this country. I hated them before I knew anything about them, and I hate them even more when I get there. All this time I was planning on journaling my trips. I did it for the first couple of trips, but stopped soon after. A travel blog might be good, but why do that when I can blab about anything on this blog.


Right now I'm in Kansas City, Missouri. Why the hell is Kansas City in Missouri and not Kansas, you may ask. The answer, of course, I don't know. When I got here I had a million different things to say, but now that the day is over I just want to sleep. That has to be the ultimate reason that my job gets hard. I'm always worn-out.

Well, I had a connection in D.C. The security guard directed me to leave security and go into another gate to get to my connection. I asked him if he was serious and he got very mean. I barely made my connection.

The airport had a new Car Rental facility. This means that many people were confused with change. That was brilliant to witness.

Kansas looks like it's under construction, but not in that bull dozer type of way. There is.....

too tired to keep writing... I'll finish soon.

"Hello, my name is Kimberly and I'm a workaholic."

I have the great pleasure to be in an airport at least once a week. This week I have been to four different airports (and today is Wednesday). Without fail, one thought enters my mind every time I am in one of these god-awful places, "Who designed these restroom doors?!"

The handicap stall is always equipped with a door that opens toward the restroom-goer. This is the same in nearly every restroom I have ever seen. It makes perfect sense: in order to fit a wheel chair, the door must open in this manner. This same logic is not used for carry-on luggage. Every other stall in the restroom has a door that opens toward the toilet. This brilliant concept annoys me every time I think about going to the restroom at the airport. When I walk into the stall with my wheeled, carry-on luggage, I have to stand next to the toilet (with the fear of touching the toilet before using a toilet seat cover) and roll my luggage inside where it always has to touch the toilet for the door to close. The same problem arises when I leave the stall.

If the designers have the common sense to design the handicap stalls with logic, why did they fail so horribly with the rest of the stalls?! And, of course, I've never mentioned this bit of annoyance with anyone before now. I bet every female who travels for work thinks about this same shit. I bet flight attendants hate it. Oh man, tomorrow when I'm at the airport, I'm going to say something to the person next to me at the sink. I am excited!

Another annoying tid-bit of traveling is that you become accustom to delays, rude people, dumb policies, and rushing around. With that in mind, it kills me that Car Rental Companies do not always tell their customers where the nearest gas station is located. Every time I'm on my way back to the airport I have to search for gas for about 10-30 minutes. What horrible customer service!


I'm sure that you have no idea what I'm talking about. You probably think I'm crazy for thinking about these things. You're wrong. I'm crazy for traveling as much as I do. And, worse, I'm crazy for not having "Elite Status" with all Airlines. I bet they have special restrooms that have doors that open toward to restroom-goer and they laugh at all the people who have to use the "normal" restrooms. Those asshats.

I need a vacation.

Updates

I've been thinking about posting lately. Thinking about it.

Work has kept me pretty busy. The down-time is over, and I'm working long hours again. I'm happy, despite it all. The job has suddenly become challenging, as I've been learning new things and taking on new responsibilities. I recently discovered that managing a Department while living 3000 miles away from the Office is difficult. I'm ready for the move.

We've decided to push back the move date to April 1st due to several circumstances. The original plan, to live with Adam and Jackson, is starting to fall through. It seems that Theo and I will end up getting a place with just Jackson. I am sad that Adam and I will not have this opportunity to live together, but I do think that he is doing what's best for himself and I'm proud of him.

I have two audits in Las Vegas next week and Theo is joining me. Luckily it will be right after payday, so I'm going to do some gambling. Hopefully I'll win.

Recently Theo and I took a trip to the San Francisco area so that he could see his family. I got medical problems our first night there, but I'm OK now. I had a difficult time there, as I felt pretty damn uncomfortable for most of the visit. I'm glad I went.

Tonight we are making sushi and drinking sake. Fun!

Happy Valentines Day, friends and family! :)

I promise, I'm going to post a few entries about books I've read, movies I've seen, and television I don't watch. They are all waiting to be written.

Onward!

So, I'm officially moving back to New York. The tentative move date is March 1st, but I will have specifics soon enough. Theo is making the move with me, and I'm really excited about that! In the meantime, I'm going to be very busy with work, packing, fixing the apartment, and making plans.

The last apartment I had in New York was infested with bed bugs. It was a one bedroom apartment in Port Washington. A doctor and his wife owned the house, and rented out both the upstairs and downstairs. After one night in that apartment, we called the wife with a complaint about bugs. She sent an exterminator, but the problem persisted. After several visits, many phone calls, and sleepless nights, we found out that the entire house (both floors) had bed bugs.

I'm sure that I can't think of a worse thing for a couple to deal with in regard to their first apartment together. Sometimes I think that this situation was the tip of the iceberg, but I stayed around for awhile longer. In the end, I lost quite a bit of my belongings, and (for awhile) the respect of my parents.

The couple who owned the house weren't phased. They put the place up for rent immediately after we left. We always talked about catching some of the bed bugs and letting them loose in the house they actually lived in. That never happened. Right? I threatened to write the papers, but I never did. My roommate signed an agreement that we would not take further action after he received the rent money back. He didn't receive money to get our belongings cleaned. He didn't receive money for anything but the rent.

Soon thereafter I moved to California where bed bugs are the least of my concern. I still get itchy in hotel beds, wondering if I'm going to take bed bugs home with me, but so far, I'm bed-bug-free! The upcoming move has me thinking about bed bugs again, but I will thoroughly inspect the new apartment before we move in... I hope.