Go West, Young (?) Woman, Pt. 1

The insomnia that plagued me in San Francisco came back last night, so I was in no mood to sort through my three pages of hand-written notes and try to write coherent things about, for instance, the Swayze-Costner-Sagget triumvarate, which is apparently controlled by John Hughes. So, I'm just going to pop up the little bits I wrote on the road in this post, with no pics, and you'll have to wait for Thursday for the real deal. Overall, though, everything and everyone was just out-freaking-standing and I had an amazing time. Super big thanks to everyone who made it happen.

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Thursday, JFK Terminal 4, Bar

Right, so I'm here at JFK, and it's 5:07pm, and I realize this is the time I usually leave the house to pick up the kids. Sadness. BUT...much cause for rejoicing on other fronts. Just before leaving the house today I checked my email one last time (since I don't know when I'll actually have the intarwubs again), and there was a response to a resume I sent out, asking me to come in for an interview Friday or Monday! Yippee! It's actually a position I'm both very interested and very qualified for, doing campaign analysis for a small marketing company. So that was awesome – Grandma Grace will come over to watch the kids while I shlep into the city, so that's not problem...I just have to make sure my interview suit still fits (I do have alternatives). Also, TSA didn't give me any hassle about my assortment of knitting projects (or anything else), which I was a little concerned about because the terminal I'm flying out of has all the Middle Eastern airlines as well as Virgin. Not that I'm particularly concerned about people flying on Middle Eastern airlines, but I get the impression that TSA is. So, as of right now, everything's coming up Milhouse! (For those of you who don't watch the Simpsons, that's a good thing.)

I'm going to go back to knitting my socks now...you know, the ones I was/am knitting to wear on the plane. I'm actually almost done with them, and only have myself (and Puzzlequest) to blame for not having them done.

Saturday, Embassy Suites, Room 712

(8am)There was going to be a whole write up of Friday here, but I have had 4 hours sleep in the past 2 days and there is something horribly, horribly wrong with my in-room coffee maker, in that it is not actually making coffee. These two things coupled together mean that I am going out in search of coffee. Lots and lots of glorious coffee. I will write about yesterday (and likely today) later, possibly at the airport again (though it would be a different airport this time, woudn't it?).

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That's all I got written on the road. I will leave you with the thought that I only ever got one cup of coffee on Saturday, a relatively small one from the Alcatraz ferry on-board canteen.

Oh, and the interview went well, I think. More about that later, too.

posted by Laura Y. @ 6:06 PM