On the plane: remembering New York, the unfriendliness of LaGuardia (I have to take food out of my backpack to go through security?), my walk along the High Line, the glimpse I got of a brick-and-mortar Container Store with plastic hangers organized by color in a window. Beautiful people. Dinner with Norwood's old friend B, with whom we stayed in Paris three years ago now (!) and who I told stories of my 16-year-old self. The Ditto I caught while out with Norwood after rebooting the Pokemon Go app to catch a Pidgey, on the way to that dinner, unblocking me on a quest.
This city visit was quick and brutal, featuring a really draining all-day argument about the promotability of six specific people (someone mansplained to me about feature development; fuck that guy). It was nice that![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
norwoodbridge came along to snuggle at night, despite my workload. Now I go to Chicago and I'm on my fourth try at buying WiFi access... annnnnnd it didn't work, fuck fuck fuck. On a morning when I'm more behind on email than I've ever been before, and I'm awake and motivated, to have a solid 90 minutes of email potentially snatched from me is panic-inducing. Maybe it will work later.
Update: it never worked. Bad. I read several more essays from The Bitch is Back, and wrote some emails plus this blog post in a text editor, instead.
Moving on to personal whinging, then: ( Emo ) I did not sign up for this particular stressor. And in case anyone is wondering, yes, I have indeed added "not committed to living in Boston" as a dealbreaker for new relationships in my user manual, even though it wouldn't have saved me this time.
This city visit was quick and brutal, featuring a really draining all-day argument about the promotability of six specific people (someone mansplained to me about feature development; fuck that guy). It was nice that
norwoodbridge came along to snuggle at night, despite my workload. Now I go to Chicago and I'm on my fourth try at buying WiFi access... annnnnnd it didn't work, fuck fuck fuck. On a morning when I'm more behind on email than I've ever been before, and I'm awake and motivated, to have a solid 90 minutes of email potentially snatched from me is panic-inducing. Maybe it will work later.Update: it never worked. Bad. I read several more essays from The Bitch is Back, and wrote some emails plus this blog post in a text editor, instead.
Moving on to personal whinging, then: ( Emo ) I did not sign up for this particular stressor. And in case anyone is wondering, yes, I have indeed added "not committed to living in Boston" as a dealbreaker for new relationships in my user manual, even though it wouldn't have saved me this time.
