Thanks to online training and a few classes cancelling, it's been three months since I had to fly to work.
I hope I remember how to operate an airport. I managed to remember my Delta login and printed my boarding passes already. So that's a good thing.
Plus I've done training for this customer before. And they liked me enough to ask for me specifically. Also good.
In other news, I finally received a laptop to replace the work-issued one I have had for three years. The new one had been used for a short while by another employee, and there wasn't time to send it through the wipe and load process, so I knew I would have to clean it up.
I had no idea how much.
There was so much crap loading at start-up that this lovely new machine would hardly boot.
Once that was solved I uninstalled a bunch of other programs and files, most of which were online dating-related. Plus profiles of Russian mail-order brides.
Eventually I found a US Visa application for one of them. It was like reading a story, and then getting to the happy ending.
Provided, of course, you overlook the fact that said employee was terminated for all the extracurricular activity during working time.
What else. Oh, yes. Sheaness attended her first military ball on Saturday. So we spent hours getting her hair and nails done. She looked gorgeous.
Or, as Shakespeare would say, a pretty piece of flesh...
It was much fussiness of the fun kind. Very similar to me dressing up for the King's Singers concert last month. (At one point during the day Shea looked at herself in a mirror and said, "It's a girl!" Which, not at all surprisingly, was the exact same thing I said to myself last month. We are alike in ways no one but Sheaness and I understand. And that's alright with us.)
Speaking of concerts, I got all the tickets I requested through the Warehouse for two Dave concerts this summer. The first one, in DC, includes up front seating. With Zac Brown opening. And the second one in Atlanta a few days later with Warren Haynes.
Once again, I thought I'd be seeing Dave with Derrick. In a move that totally shocked my socks off, I gave him five months notice and said the tickets were my treat. To the concert in his back yard with the VIP seating.
And the man said he had to work.
Are you fucking kidding me. What fan says that. Really. I was actually shocked.
I never got a chance to explore the issue further, so it remains a huge mystery in my head. And, therefore, fair game for copious amounts of pondring.
Not that everything isn't fair game. But this had extenuating elements.
Five. My favorite number. Derrick actually found me through a post on pondring that many years ago.
Dave. The post was about Dave Matthews.
Music. Everywhere.
Lessons. Large and lyrical. From quite unexpected angles.
For a change his name didn't start with B. That was really nice.
But it does leave me dateless for Dave in DC.
Maybe with four months notice, I can find someone interested in going.
Must be 21 or older. Single. Male. A real Dave fan.
Send me a tweet if you think you should get to be my date.
It's just about time for the autopilot to show up.
