travel. ugh. open letters to make me feel better.

Dear company I work for,

While I DID love Chicago when you sent me last summer, I was hoping the next time I visited could be with Mr. KK, and not with coworkers. Again.

Oh, and about the THREE MORE upcoming trips to Chicago? I mean, really? And don't even get me started about making me fly out on Easter. I'm afraid of what I might do to you.

***

Dear two Type A personalities that I'm traveling with,

When we arrived at the little kiosk in the airport to call for the hotel shuttle, was it necessary for BOTH of you to pick up a phone and do it? Like it was a race?

It would be peachy if you could just relax a little bit...for my sanity's sake.

***

Dear seatmate who left her lung on the plane,

Are your arms broken?

Because you didn't lift them once to cover your mouth.

WTF?

***

Dear cab driver,

How many air fresheners did you have in your taxi? 458?

Good Christ. I'm pretty sure my hair still smells like Vanillaroma.

***

Dear Guiliana Rancic,

I'm in your hometown!

I went to Sushi Samba last night for dinner, but I didn't see you.

Maybe we can meet up for a drink later?

***

Dear Renaissance Hotel,

Thank you for my yummy in-room breakfast.

Unfortunately, I will now need a nap in order to stay awake during my 4-hour meeting.


(See? I could never TRULY disappear. I just love it here too much!)

a disappearing act

for me, that is.

i'm going to be gone for a little while.

nothing major, just lots of life and work going on.

i promise to be back soon, with some really juicy stuff for this blog.

hugs,
kk

Novocaine!

Today I'm going for part deux of my dental surgery: the implant!

I'm super excited.

(not)

I probably wouldn't be very good on Survivor

I'm not a "roughing it" kind of girl.

I don't like camping.
(Although I like the idea of camping, I don't like the idea of no indoor plumbing)

I'm a little OCD.
(When things don't go according to plan, or – god forbid – there is no plan, I start to twitch)

I can't survive without electricity.
(Or any of the things associated with electricity; ie, things with plugs)

This past weekend, the Northeast was pummeled with a bad rain storm and damaging winds. While my area escaped rather unscathed, there area where I work was hit pretty hard. Lots of coworkers lost power. One poor woman watched both of her cars get totaled when a tree fell on her garage. Lots of people were showering at the gym because they had no hot water. (Okay, this is something I would use my gym for. Not for working out, but as a satellite bathroom...genius!)

And on Monday, I came to work only to find out we didn't have any internet or email access.

Um, excuse me?

We all sat there – well-educated, smart human beings – flabbergasted at how we were going to work without email or the internet. How would we get layouts to clients? How would we communicate changes to team members? You mean we had to – gasp! – pick up the phone? And dial it? With our own hands?

What was this? 1988?

(thankfully, all has returned to "normal" – I am able to email/IM/surf the web/update FB all at the same time again. Phew.)

Nerd alert!

Happy Ides of March!

So, get this: before I was a shoe fiend, I was a Latin geek.

For.Six.Whole.Years.

And because of that, I will never forget the Ides of March, Julius Caesar or the didn't-quite-make-it-out-of-Ancient-Rome catch phrase "Alea iacta est" (translation: The die has been cast. Creepy, right?)

The funny thing about learning Latin, is that it's a dead language. There are never new words or phrases. You don't speak Latin. It's not something you brush up on before a big trip.

So while everyone else was taking Spanish and Italian (you know, languages you can actually use), I was learning how to conjugate verbs and chanting "sum, es, est, sumus, estis, sunt!"

(Not exactly the stuff that gets you asked to the Junior Prom)

But in the midst of nerding it up Colosseum-style, I had a really, really great teacher. Who loved her job. Looking back, I'm a little jealous that she had found her calling in life, went after it, and loved it.

Case in point: Mrs. B knew everything you could know about the Latin language. She also knew she wanted to teach Latin. Her husband? Also a Latin teacher (what are the chances?). Even more incredulous, was that they named their daughter 'Julia', after Julius Caesar.

And, perhaps her most endearing quality, was that she could put her entire fist in her mouth.

(Try it, it's really hard!)

So this post is for Mrs. B, who taught me that Pius Aeneas was a real stand-up guy, Mount Vesuvius erupted in 79AD, and that it's possible to have a job that you love doing.

Even if it's dead.

Ladies and gentleman, we have an eater!

On a train to the concrete jungle, squished in a seat next to a woman who is a complete wreck. Not to mention a seat hog, out-loud book reader, and messy cereal eater.

I didn't have to accessorize today. I'm wearing bran flakes.


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is it bad to want to scream "shut up!"?

I sit across from a very loud coworker.

She talks loudly.

She eats loudly.

She chats into her cell phone at a high decibel all day long.

And she never shuts her door.

Today, she's blaring her music.

The best part?

She's singing along.

To "It's A Hard Knock Life" from the Annie soundtrack.

Imitating an 8-year old's voice.

Lord, help me.