Migration. It's for the Birds.
Sep. 12th, 2012 09:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsTraveling on business, leaving home so that I can spend my days in an unhappy cubicle and my nights in a mid-budget closet with nice bedding, starts to wear on my soul even before I touch the ground. This particular trip has been especially grueling, coming down as I am at the tail end of a cold. Today seems to be the last of it, so I hope, because my throat feels almost clear today and I have my usual energy levels, or at least the energy levels I normally achieve when I haven't been allowed to work out for three weeks.
Because of the cold, I poured myself into bed at the end of Monday; Tuesday I managed to have enough energy to go out to dinner with WhipArtist at a small Greek restaurant, gelato and bookstore hunting for a while. I read for a little bit before I poured myself back into bed.
It's been a lot of that. I've seen the short strip of El Camino Real between my hotel and the office, the inside of a Starbucks and a Whole Foods, and that's about the whole of it. Don't tell Omaha, but there's a Sees Candies across the street from my hotel.
Unfortunately, it looks like my week here isn't going to be productive in any grand fashion either. Several of my co-workers are also down with colds, and others are at Disrupt (see JWZ's post for a fun take on it). So other than thinking about how to "up my game" for a certain technological issue, I'm just... here.
The hotel room has a two-coil range top and a microwave oven, but no fire extinguisher or first-aid kit.
I miss my family. The bed is large. When Omaha and I sleep together, from time to time at night we'll both reach up for the other's hand for familiarity and comfort. It's not there, and I miss her terribly. Storm and Kouryou-chan too, although Storm is at that teenager age where she'd never admit she missed me, and Kouryou-chan is on a camping field trip with her school, so I'd be missing her anyway.
At least I've been eating well. Whole Foods and good Greek dinners; the lunches at the office are suitable, if one is careful; and breakfast has been "continental breakfast"-provided hard boiled eggs (so hard boiled I suspect they're a new state of matter) and a big bucket of sliced fruit. I won't get rickets, at any rate. Drinking, on the other hand, has been an exercise in self-discipline: the coffee down here sucks, and at the office there's soda pop in every cooler on every floor.
Because of the cold, I poured myself into bed at the end of Monday; Tuesday I managed to have enough energy to go out to dinner with WhipArtist at a small Greek restaurant, gelato and bookstore hunting for a while. I read for a little bit before I poured myself back into bed.
It's been a lot of that. I've seen the short strip of El Camino Real between my hotel and the office, the inside of a Starbucks and a Whole Foods, and that's about the whole of it. Don't tell Omaha, but there's a Sees Candies across the street from my hotel.
Unfortunately, it looks like my week here isn't going to be productive in any grand fashion either. Several of my co-workers are also down with colds, and others are at Disrupt (see JWZ's post for a fun take on it). So other than thinking about how to "up my game" for a certain technological issue, I'm just... here.
The hotel room has a two-coil range top and a microwave oven, but no fire extinguisher or first-aid kit.
I miss my family. The bed is large. When Omaha and I sleep together, from time to time at night we'll both reach up for the other's hand for familiarity and comfort. It's not there, and I miss her terribly. Storm and Kouryou-chan too, although Storm is at that teenager age where she'd never admit she missed me, and Kouryou-chan is on a camping field trip with her school, so I'd be missing her anyway.
At least I've been eating well. Whole Foods and good Greek dinners; the lunches at the office are suitable, if one is careful; and breakfast has been "continental breakfast"-provided hard boiled eggs (so hard boiled I suspect they're a new state of matter) and a big bucket of sliced fruit. I won't get rickets, at any rate. Drinking, on the other hand, has been an exercise in self-discipline: the coffee down here sucks, and at the office there's soda pop in every cooler on every floor.
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Coffee
Date: 2012-09-12 06:36 pm (UTC)Re: Coffee
Date: 2012-09-14 08:16 am (UTC)Don't know any south bay distributers of Blue Bottle (only know of SF and Oakland locations)
::empathy::
Date: 2012-09-13 01:48 am (UTC)Business travel is rather horribly unglamorous from the inside, isn't it? I hope the joy of homecoming makes up for that.