Employee #5129 Punch-In: 6:59am.
Huh, well isn’t that amazing?
Earlier this morning
I’ve slept in till the last possible moment. My apartment is beautifully cool (because 70 degrees is entirely comfortable but the first day it’s over 85, one has to refrigerate all of their spaces to below freezing to be happy...) I know I’m going to be late but my sheets are soft and cool and Norm is fuzzy and warm and I don’t care:) At 6:30, I finally roll out of bed and hop into the shower, still with this *meh* I’ll get there when I get there attitude. (I must say, I love this laid-back fabulous new lifestyle I blame on still being jet-lagged) Downstairs the Chai line is longer than it’s ever been but I graciously let a lady ahead of me who is stressing about being late for work. Silly.
Driving down Park Ave, feelin’ good- feelin’ fine, I know it’s going to be my day when Pictures of You comes on some top 40s radio station. Wha?? I’ll take it! Sipping on my chai, swaying to the ballad, I notice the car in front of me is... *dancing*. To my song. Huh, what are the odds? Staying within the lane but obviously steering to the music- he waves at me when we stop for the next light. Invitation- you’re doing it right! And we dance! He’s leading- all the way to Franklin… Onward to downtown. And then a right on some obscure little one way... wait a minute. Where the hell am I?
Oh dear. Paying attention, I’m doing it wrong. It’s mildly ridiculous- I mean, how can I be lost somewhere between the 2 miles from my apartment to downtown? But I am- in the lovely little ghetto of South Minneapolis. Come on! I can *see* downtown- but it still takes a while to make my way back. Suddenly the little swaying civic isn’t so cute;) But I *do* find the hotel, park, and mosey on in.
Employee #5129 Punch-In: 6:59am.
Huh, well isn’t that amazing?
Stan asks me if it’s raining outside. Harhar, you know- because my hair is wet and all... I do the obligatory groan and “Why no, I fell into a puddle of ‘you’re-hilarious’ on the way here.” (maybe you had to be there) Commence with the verbal sparring. He wins, he always does… Seriously though, BigBossMan Noble is on vacation. It doesn’t really matter what I look like. Yeah, he just took off on a flight to Alaska for a couple of days- for no good reason! Just to walk around and see and be in Alaska. Must be *rough* man... Oh wait
SGG: OOooohhh, nice way to open your Seattle story there Kell.
Me: Thank you! I thought so.
*Oh! By the way- I did mention I was going to Seattle, right? As in Seattle, Washington- (where I went)
SGG: Seattle, you say?
Me: Yes, I went there. To Seattle. *I* was there, in Seattle.
SGG: You might have mentio-
Me: SEATTLE!!
I have to go and freak out about the Republican National Convention right now as Melissa refuses to help me upload my Seattle pictures until I do the RNC rooming lists. She actually had the nerve to question my work ethic. Really, now.
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