After working a 16 hour day in Salt Lake City, I walked through a Trader Joe’s in a daze looking for the wine aisle as clearly I deserved a drink. I figured that I would treat the coworkers I was meeting at the hotel, and we would split a bottle. Then all the memories from … More Cabernet Creeper
I arrived in Wichita only to wait in the scorching heat for the shuttle bus to my hotel. I had about 15 minutes to ponder if the milder Seattle weather had weakened me to the heat and humidity of the Midwest. I was leaning toward yes, while wiping the sweat off of my forehead when … More Wichita Karma
I was waiting at the airport gate, groggy and anxious, for them to start boarding my plane to Kansas. I flew a lot last year, between personal travel and trips for the t-shirt job, resulting my Alaska Airlines flight status getting bumped up to MVP. It comes with a lot of perks, like free upgrades … More First Class Lady
After I finished all of my interviewing in Lawrence, Kansas and was officially off the clock, I met up with my cousin who drove down from Omaha to cross paths for a short while. I’d had a rough day, and I was incredibly grateful to chat with her and needed to let off some steam. … More Ax Master
It’s a long story on the exact hows and whys of things, but I recently found myself on a work trip to Kansas interviewing candidates for a job out there. I had worked out a situation in which I would greet my prospective interviewees in the lobby and go over my questions in the hotel … More The Devil In Disguise
I know, I know. I write a lot about the buses in Seattle. But considering I spend at least an hour a day on them, it takes up a significant portion of my life. Five hours each week if I just include travel time to work. More if I head somewhere on the weekend. That … More Bus Bitches
One of my new favorite past times is participating in focus groups. I don’t get chosen that frequently, but when I do I definitely love it more than I should. I get paid a decent amount of money to give my opinion and run my mouth about something for two hours. It’s kind of an … More Accidental Stalker
Nashville was overloaded with tourists doing their best to pose as locals, but failing miserably. Even being a tourist myself, I could smell them a mile away. Between the girls dressed up in jeans and matching flannel tops and the men flaunting their newly bought cowboy boots, it was a city of people acting like … More Smells Like Bacon (Nashville Part 2)
I had two things on my “must-do” list in Nashville: eat hot chicken and visit Jack White’s record shop, Third Man Records. What I didn’t realize was that we would do those two things back to back. I waited in a line that wrapped around the corner with two friends of mine at Hattie … More The Gods of Hot Chicken (Nashville Part 1)
I’m a creature of habit. And while I used to be better at going with the flow about a decade earlier, now my life has become a series of plans. If we haven’t planned it out, I probably can’t fit it into my schedule. That isn’t always true, but my calendar each month tends to … More Flaunt Your Farmer’s Tan
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