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7.28.2005  

i remain in spain mainly due to planes
dear airlines:
i know many of you are having financial problems. some of you are even in bankruptcy (this means you, us airways).

here are a few insights from a frequent traveler that might shed some light on things:

1. you are, generally, rude & not helpful. you treat me with contempt when i ask you questions...and they are not even stupid questions.

2. overselling my flight by about 800 seats does not help anyone. especially when you run exactly one flight per day from spain to the united states.

3. you are, and forgive me if i mentioned this already, generlly rude and not a all helpful.

4. talking about me in spanish right in front of me is unwise. i actually am not an "ignorant american" looking for special treatment. i took high school spanish, you know.

5. not that this really helps you with your financial woes, but i am beginning to not like you very much. perhaps if you stop treating me like cattle and more like a paying customer i might consider flying with you again. assuming, of course, i actually ever fly with you...given the whole oversold by 800 thing.

hatefully yours,

julia
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7.22.2005  

holy guacamole
well, the move is over. and, surprisingly [to me anyway] it was incredibly successful. difficult. painful. infernally hot. but successful.

there are lots of amusing stories i could tell you about the move. things you learn about people when you move their stuff. things that defy all logic and reason and make you want to choke the life out of people who have boxes higher on the org chart than you do. things you learn about your coworkers when you're working side by side at three o'clock in the morning in the july heat in the basement of a building in which the air conditioning was turned off at five o'clock that evening.

but, learning a valuable lesson from those bloggers before me who have gone to the unemployment office after sharing such wildly amusing anecdotes, i shall keep those to myself.

mostly.

i will only say this: at approximately four-thirty on the morning of july 3rd, after attempting to rehydrate my body with a rather substantial amount of vodka, i did undertake a thorough testing of the new state-of-the-art a/v system in our high-tech conference rooms by hooking up my ipod to the speaker system and performing a surprisingly coherent rendition of don mclean's classic american pie. i say it was surprisingly coherent based solely on the reports of others who heard and saw the performance, including a significant portion of the moving company's employees who came and sat in the conference room to, uh, show their support for my efforts.

at their request, i did an encore. the kc and the sunshine hit, boogie shoes.

i had deluded myself into believing that when tuesday morning came and everyone got to work, the worst of the move would be over for me. but, these weeks after the move have just as hectic, and have felt even more so due to the fact that i was expecting a break.

i had hoped to pick back up with this blog, and with my writing in general. spend some time revamping the site -- a project which is woefully overdue. reorganize my ipod and set up some new playlists, including some of the great song recommendations you guys sent me. read the new harry potter. catch up on my summer moviegoing. but, honestly, i haven't done any of those things. and, in a related story: i look like a zombie...a zombie in desperate need of a haircut, some highlights, and a good undereye cream.

so, gentle readers, i am now doing what i typically do in these situations: getting on a plane.

this time? sunny spain. madrid to be precise. i was leaning toward barcelona, but the flights were just too squirrely, so it's off to madrid. it's a quick trip, and i'll be back on thursday to report all there is to report. photos to follow, surely.
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