Travelling
So, I’ve been travelling a lot lately… I am of two minds about this whole travelling business. On one hand I tend to have to work fewer hours than if I was actually at work… so that’s about 2 hours then. It breaks up the otherwise monotonous day in day out of work… actually I’m kidding on that point I get to do some pretty cool stuff usually. You get to eat on the companies dime… “steak?, yes please, and do you have any lobster?”
On the other hand I shall now list for you the sad things I have to do to occupy my time in such exotic locations as Port St. Lucie, FL, and Fayetteville, NC. A small sampling of the cool that makes up my life:
- watching crappy teen programs like Falcon Beach on ABC Family (I know can you freakin believe it, they deal with such deep topics as wakeboarding and cappucino machines) or dating shows like Next or Elimidate (it’s a guarnteed fact that the girl that shows the most skin and is willing to jump down the guys throat is going to be the one chosen… an extra bonus if she makes out with one of the other contestants)
- organizing my ipod playlists… you never know when you will want to listen to such playlists as “Guys suck… music of female empowerment”, “Booty-shakin music”, “Power ballads to sing badly to in the car”, then I’ll through on the ipod set it to shuffle and dance around the room in my underwear (blinds closed first of course)
- peeling of all my nailpolish (cause it would be too smart to actually bring remover) and then painting them back the same color they were before
- hemming any and all things that need it… this may be letting the secret out of the bag, but I’m short, so no pants actually fit me in length… don’t tell anyone, this is just between you and me
- ironing… I know it doesn’t really make sense to iron stuff and then fold it up and shove it back in a suitcase, but seriously if I don’t do it now it will never get done
- doing crossword puzzles and logic problems… I get the big magazine full of them at the airport and then go through it… sometimes I cheat, how sad is that, cheating on yourself
- I’ll play extensive games of minesweeper and solitaire, attempting to beat my own score
- calling everyone in my phone
- reading my horoscope, reading the horoscope of people I have a crush on, reading the compatability rating of mine and my crushes horoscopes… apparently I am a difficult person to get along with and I often speak before I’ve thought through things… no shit, open mouth, insert foot
- updating my myspace and then stalking other people on the internet… I’ve actually found that when you go looking for stuff on the internet you might find out things you really didn’t want to know, but that doesn’t really stop my masochistic tendancies
- working out… oh wait, that one’s a lie
- reading everything from a book to seeing what the sex advice is in Cosmo (ya know they’ve been saying the same damn things in that magazine since I was 17, but I still keeping buying it hoping that some big secret will finally be revealed and I will be able to “blow his mind” or “be the woman he’ll never forget”… of course this all hinges on the fact that I still need to find someone to participate in this with me)… I’ve thought about opening the Gideon bible and finding salvation, but I just go back to picking at my nail polish
- trying out new beauty techniques and investigating every pore on my face… this one only happens when all the other options have been run through
So now that I have wowed you all with the large number of things you can do in a hotel room while travelling on business (the things I’ll write about anyway) I hope you all feel inspired to come up with your own weird things to do. I actually hope this is making you brainstorm about your own life rather than sit there feeling a wave of pity for the sadness that has become my day to day routine.