WTF?

I hate the TSA's new carry-on baggage policies. Before this week, I hadn't checked a bag in six or seven years. It didn't matter how big my suitcase was, I'd carry it on and check it at the gate. And in all of those years, I never had an issue.

Until today.

Because liquids and gels were banned earlier this week, I was forced to check my bag rather than carry it on. I hate checking bags, so this was a hard thing to do. The flight was fairly uneventful - short and to the point, without connections or delays of any kind. I sat next to one of my co-workers and all went well. After arriving at the airport, this story takes a sharp twist. My bag never came around the turnstyle in the pick-up area. I went to the ticket counter - the employees behind the desk couldn't tell me if or when I'd see my bag again.

I have work tomorrow morning. I have to wear nice clothes - khakis and a buttoned shirt. And I don't have either.

Back to Life

Hey everyone!

I don't think anyone really read this blog in the past, but now this page has sat without update for almost two months. I'm almost positive that my reader-base is hovering right around zero. That's okay, though. I really don't think I'm that interesting.

Allow me to bring you [the world] up to speed. Alex and I went to Europe for a month. It was an incredible ride. Words, especially these haphazard weblog words, could never do that trip the tiniest bit of justice. For that reason, I'll not even try to describe it. Suffice it to say, I would do it again in a heartbeat.

More recently, however, I've entered the 'real world'. Yes, that's right, I started work with 'Company B' [see far, far below] on Monday. The first three days were entirely consumed by some of the most redundant and excruciating training exercises ever. Fortunately, class ended with the workday (around 5) and the remainder of the afternoon and evening was spent playing table shuffleboard with my fellow new-hires. There are over sixty of us, all young and freshly graduated. The first day there wasn't unlike the first day of college - everyone's there being extra social, no one has a place to sit at dinner, and strangers talk to one another on the elevator.

By the third day, most of us had gotten to know each other - or if we hadn't, we pretended we did. I think most of us were on information overload by last night. I think that's why several hours of mindless shuffleboard tournaments seemed so appealing.