I'm feeling a little screwed.
I dunno. Some guys are just too hard to figure out and not even worth my time, right?
Blah.
Anyway. I've been to Phoenix, Reno and Charlotte and I'm feeling worn on.
I am really sad because I had to leave my puppy, Crispin, at home with mom because I'm flying so often. I feel really lonely and achey and blah blah blah.
Not much to talk about. Just feeling stupid.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Arizona and Nevada
Well, well, this post is being written at a Marriott in Phoenix, Arizona. Today is my second full day here. And, of course, I have a story to tell. So... right now I have a dog to tote around, a boot on my left foot, and well my general clumsiness going for me at the moment. So somewhere between the Charlotte airport and Phoenix, I lost my license... yes, people... my driver's license, needed not only to get BACK on a plane, but to rent a car (which is an absolute MUST is a SALES position) as well.
So, I get to the rental car counter at what feels like 11:30 pm and is really only 8:30 in Phoenix and realize that I can't find my license. I, of course, am exhausted so I start bawling. And, of course, the guy does not know what to do with me at ALL so he has me call the airline in an attempt to help me. They are no help at all. So I call the hotel to get the shuttle to pick me up at the rental car place. Oh no, but noone but the rental car shuttles can get onto the rental car property (stupid, stupid, stupid) so I have to take a shuttle BACK to the airport, call the hotel again and have the hotel shuttle meet me at the right gate. That takes another 20 minutes so by the time I am standing at the front desk it feels like 1 am. So I'm checking in and the woman goes, "Oh, you have a dog?" Uhm, yes, the person making the reservation for me was aware of that fact as well. "Well, we never allow pets. Never," she says. Pause. "But, I guess you can just pretend like I didn not see him." Okay.
So I check in and go straight to bed with a wake up call set for 6 am. I get up at 6 am and start making phone calls. My first appointment is in Mesa (5 miles away) at 10 am. I get a ride with a taxi service set up for that, then I find out that the area manager lives in Phoenix and is on vacation and that his car is sitting in the driveway. (Why do we park in driveways and drive on parkways, by the way?) So I change my taxi ride to his house, which ends up costing $100. So now I have a car.
On the way to get the car the Maryland MVA (MotorVehicle Association) calls me because they received my fax requesting a temporary license as soon as possible. They agree to overnight it using the company's fedex account number and my mom is also overnighting me my passport so that I can reboard a plane.
So, now I have a car, my license is here as of today and I have serviced 5 of the 7 schools in this area. I leave on Sunday for Reno, NV where I will service 6 more schools and then I fly back to Charlotte on Thursday where I will pick up my car and drive home and then I have to drive to Kansas City by Sunday night because I will be based out of there from now on. But I only have a reservation for 6 days. So what do I pack? Where will I keep my car?
I have no idea, but I'm ready. I'm excited.
I love this.
Oh and Phoenix is my favorite city thus far. It's unbelievable here. The scenery is just mind blowing. It's so completely different from the east that I can't help but be blown away. Love it here. Could absolutely live here. Who wants seasons? I'd rather have the same temp all year. Love it. Love it. Love it.
So, I get to the rental car counter at what feels like 11:30 pm and is really only 8:30 in Phoenix and realize that I can't find my license. I, of course, am exhausted so I start bawling. And, of course, the guy does not know what to do with me at ALL so he has me call the airline in an attempt to help me. They are no help at all. So I call the hotel to get the shuttle to pick me up at the rental car place. Oh no, but noone but the rental car shuttles can get onto the rental car property (stupid, stupid, stupid) so I have to take a shuttle BACK to the airport, call the hotel again and have the hotel shuttle meet me at the right gate. That takes another 20 minutes so by the time I am standing at the front desk it feels like 1 am. So I'm checking in and the woman goes, "Oh, you have a dog?" Uhm, yes, the person making the reservation for me was aware of that fact as well. "Well, we never allow pets. Never," she says. Pause. "But, I guess you can just pretend like I didn not see him." Okay.
So I check in and go straight to bed with a wake up call set for 6 am. I get up at 6 am and start making phone calls. My first appointment is in Mesa (5 miles away) at 10 am. I get a ride with a taxi service set up for that, then I find out that the area manager lives in Phoenix and is on vacation and that his car is sitting in the driveway. (Why do we park in driveways and drive on parkways, by the way?) So I change my taxi ride to his house, which ends up costing $100. So now I have a car.
On the way to get the car the Maryland MVA (MotorVehicle Association) calls me because they received my fax requesting a temporary license as soon as possible. They agree to overnight it using the company's fedex account number and my mom is also overnighting me my passport so that I can reboard a plane.
So, now I have a car, my license is here as of today and I have serviced 5 of the 7 schools in this area. I leave on Sunday for Reno, NV where I will service 6 more schools and then I fly back to Charlotte on Thursday where I will pick up my car and drive home and then I have to drive to Kansas City by Sunday night because I will be based out of there from now on. But I only have a reservation for 6 days. So what do I pack? Where will I keep my car?
I have no idea, but I'm ready. I'm excited.
I love this.
Oh and Phoenix is my favorite city thus far. It's unbelievable here. The scenery is just mind blowing. It's so completely different from the east that I can't help but be blown away. Love it here. Could absolutely live here. Who wants seasons? I'd rather have the same temp all year. Love it. Love it. Love it.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
New Dog
So as I was laying in the hotel room night after night alone for 2 and a half weeks, it occurred to me that I should get a companion. A companion would make life not to boring, it would help with my loneliness, etc, etc. So I started researching (I went to a holistic pet store and asked the owner) toy dogs that I could travel with. I decided kinda on a poodle and started researching toys, how much it would cost to buy a puppy, what the grooming requirements were, potential health problems, etc, etc etc. Then I looked at the Central Carolina Poodle Club's rescue page. There was a two year old, boy poodle named Peanut. (I hate that name.) So anyway, I filled out the application, sent numerous e-mails back and forth to the woman who was fostering him. I used Megan and Mark for references (and they said great things) and I made an appointment to meet him on Saturday (yesterday). So they showed up around 2:30 and I was instantly in love.
Caroline (the foster mom) had put bows in his hair (those came off as soon as they left) put he'd just been groomed and he looked so cute. Anyway, he's a sweetheart and he loves me. He follows me everywhere. We took a nap together today cause we were up early to let him out. Anyway. So that's an update on my life. I'm still in North Carolina and I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to be here, but that's okay.
I'm sane and happy and a pet owner!! Yay!
By the way, his name is Crispin now. It means one with curly hair. teehee.
Caroline (the foster mom) had put bows in his hair (those came off as soon as they left) put he'd just been groomed and he looked so cute. Anyway, he's a sweetheart and he loves me. He follows me everywhere. We took a nap together today cause we were up early to let him out. Anyway. So that's an update on my life. I'm still in North Carolina and I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to be here, but that's okay.
I'm sane and happy and a pet owner!! Yay!
By the way, his name is Crispin now. It means one with curly hair. teehee.
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