I could choose to wallow and delay, or I could choose to get my ass gone.
I choose to go.
I could choose to wallow and delay, or I could choose to get my ass gone.
I choose to go.
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TAURUS (April 20-May 20): “The secret to success is to always be in love,” said educator and ex-army officer John H. Stanford. “Staying in love gives you the fire to ignite other people, to see inside other people, to have a greater desire to get things done than other people.” Did Stanford mean that you should be forever infatuated with some irresistible human being? Or was he referring to a more all-purpose phenomenon, like being in love with life? I urge you to meditate with great diligence and exuberance on this matter, Taurus, because you are, in my astrological opinion, going through a phase when love is EVERYTHING. It’s the question and the answer, the hammer and the nail, the dreamy necessity and the pragmatic mystery.
Saturday, September 8
Jimmy’s Pub
16804 Chandler Rd
East Lansing, MI 48823
(517) 324-7100
I have the banquet room reserved at 6 PM. They have both food and drinks, so come and hang out. So there! :)
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Well, I had written some stuff while in the O’Hare airport, and then while I was on the plane to San Jose, but I forgot to save it. I’m afraid that you’ll have to deal with my memory as it stands.
I got there before the United people did. E-tickets are good, but I still couldn’t check my luggage until the United peoples showed up. Got that all taken care of after meeting a single-serving friend (clever!) from Flint who works for Delphi (used to be AC). Talked about the old plant that
I had 50 minutes at O’Hare, which was surprisingly little time. The flight boarded twenty minutes before its departure time, and with terminal-to-terminal walking, I had about fifteen minutes to grab some food. I opted for a Chicago-style dog, which I devoured happily. Forgot to ask for no hot peppers, but they were easy to take off.
I was lucky enough to get a window seat for the trip from O’Hare to San Jose. I was slated for a middle seat, but the window person never showed, so I had a window -and- elbow room. I only cracked my laptop open for the tail end of the trip, because the noise of the engines was enough to read by. The flight was smooth and uneventful. Very nice.
I got a wee bit confused when I got to San Jose. I had forgotten to print out the 511.org directions about using public transit to get to the hotel. I’d also spent most of my cash, and the ATM was out of service, so a taxi ride was out of the question. I talked to the guy at the service desk, who asked which hotel I had booked with. He called them up, and they had a shuttle service that would pick me up and take me to the hotel for free. Score! Once at the hotel, I took my hungry belly over to the hotel restaurant, and had some amazing seafood linguine in a light cream sauce. Just delicious. Fresh seafood really does taste different, by the way.
Shortly thereafter,
Got up in plenty of time for the interview. I even had time to fuss downstairs in the lobby before the shuttle was scheduled to go. I didn’t get too nervous, and Yahoo! was kind enough to both caffienate and feed me. I thought I tripped up a few times, but I apparently made a good impression. After the interview, with my internal clock messed up and the lack of sleep piling up, I crashed for a two-hour nap. I got up in time for
I got packed up and checked out on time. The dude behind the counter pulled some BS about giving my cash deposit back, and said it would have to be mailed in a check. I’ve got to call the accountant back and verify my address, but she won’t be in until tomorrow, so *SHRUG*. It was a low enough value that he could have just handed me the cash, and that would have been fine. Oh, and the cab ride was highway robbery. $40 to the airport. The ride home from the Lansing airport, which took longer, was $15. And the Lansing cabbie was nicer. Anyway, the flights back were bumpier than the ones there, as weather around the midwest was stirring up a bit. Nothing frightening or uncomfortable, just a bit bumpy. I didn’t have time for food at O’Hare this time, as I had less time between flights. I landed safe and sound in Lansing, and took a cab home. I would have preferred to take the bus, but it wasn’t going to show up for another two hours, and I was hungry. So, taxi it was.
Buddy is still sniffing anything that went along with me on the trip. Little does he know… ;)
I’m trying to decide whether to give myself two or three weeks before heading to California and Yahoo!. (Is the double punctuation proper? I mean, the exclamation point -is- part of the proper noun…) So, with packing and working, I’m worried about finding time to visit everyone that I want to visit.
Because, if you’re spending the time to read this, it’s a likelihood that I will want to hang out with you before I go. There will be some time slated for the Detroit area (probably a lot of it with my parentals) and some time for up north (Gaylord area). Of course, bigger gatherings will make things easier, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
They’ve made me an unofficial offer. I’ve unofficially accepted it. I get to pick my start date.
:)