Monday Night Sucked

Monday Night Sucked I promise, theres a point to this Read on I dont know how else to say it. I was absolutely miserable on Monday night. I made one poor choice (a more experienced road warrior would not have made that choice and Ill never do it again), and it led to a very late night, cash out-of-pocket, hours driving around Orlando, and lots of stress. Instead of getting to my hotel early, with plenty of time to relax and prepare for Tuesday, I finally got to bed at 1am. Thats only 11am my time (Utah is MST, two hours behind Florida), so that wasnt a huge deal. But my presentation the next morning started at 9am which is 7am MST! Ugh! Around 8:30pm, I was pretty ticked (and all the other emotions that go along with it). I was outside of an Alamo rental branch that was closed. I got there at 8:05, just five minutes after it closed. Fortunately, there were two Alamo employees there boy was I glad to see them! Unfortunately, they were only there to tell me it was closed, and to catch a cab to the airport. ARGH! So Im standing outside of Alamo, with my laptop (low battery, since I used it on the airplane) on, hoping to get some information I needed to salvage the night. In my stressed misery (I should mention, the night before I didnt sleep well, and I didnt have much to eat all day I know my bad!), in the dark, at a remote Alamo branch I started to think of my last trip to Orlando. What great times! I was with a good friend from my last company (Cory) and we were representing our company at a trade show! It was a low-budget operation, but Cory and I had good times and I longed for those good times. At least, I wished, I could have a friend with me that night I felt pretty dang lonely, standing there by the garbage can. And then I realized something. That trip had its misery moments, too. Getting to Orlando that night we found out that there was only one hotel room that was smoking (I am sensitive to that and get sick in a smoking room) with one bed (um, me and Cory werent going to share a single bed). We ended up driving about 30 miles that night and getting in really, really late. Why is it that I always long for something in the past and dont appreciate the present? Is it just me, or is this human nature? Im going to work on that this year. Enjoy the moment, cherish the memories. And get over the petty things that really really dont matter. Monday Night Sucked I promise, theres a point to this Read on I dont know how else to say it. I was absolutely miserable on Monday night. I made one poor choice (a more experienced road warrior would not have made that choice and Ill never do it again), and it led to a very late night, cash out-of-pocket, hours driving around Orlando, and lots of stress. Instead of getting to my hotel early, with plenty of time to relax and prepare for Tuesday, I finally got to bed at 1am. Thats only 11am my time (Utah is MST, two hours behind Florida), so that wasnt a huge deal. But my presentation the next morning started at 9am which is 7am MST! Ugh! Around 8:30pm, I was pretty ticked (and all the other emotions that go along with it). I was outside of an Alamo rental branch that was closed. I got there at 8:05, just five minutes after it closed. Fortunately, there were two Alamo employees there boy was I glad to see them! Unfortunately, they were only there to tell me it was closed, and to catch a cab to the airport. ARGH! So Im standing outside of Alamo, with my laptop (low battery, since I used it on the airplane) on, hoping to get some information I needed to salvage the night. In my stressed misery (I should mention, the night before I didnt sleep well, and I didnt have much to eat all day I know my bad!), in the dark, at a remote Alamo branch I started to think of my last trip to Orlando. What great times! I was with a good friend from my last company (Cory) and we were representing our company at a trade show! It was a low-budget operation, but Cory and I had good times and I longed for those good times. At least, I wished, I could have a friend with me that night I felt pretty dang lonely, standing there by the garbage can. And then I realized something. That trip had its misery moments, too. Getting to Orlando that night we found out that there was only one hotel room that was smoking (I am sensitive to that and get sick in a smoking room) with one bed (um, me and Cory werent going to share a single bed). We ended up driving about 30 miles that night and getting in really, really late. Why is it that I always long for something in the past and dont appreciate the present? Is it just me, or is this human nature? Im going to work on that this year. Enjoy the moment, cherish the memories. And get over the petty things that really really dont matter.