Between Boston and NYC...

[flexagon]

Hello from an Amtrak, somewhere near Newhaven, CT. I'm on my way south to NYC for a business trip, slamming through battery power on both my computer (from which i'm working/blogging) and my phone (which is providing the wifi hotspot. The Acela has its own wifi... this is not the Acela).

First, the stuff I picked up on the trip to the acroyoga festival:



I decided that blogging the stuff I get on trips would be good discipline and maybe even good fun (for me, if not necessarily for you). See the theme this time? A blue period! The small glass nail file and the headphones and the thermal have all been "one in, one out"ed. The tank top is valid category growth (need more tanks that are meant to go over a sports bra), and the iPod is just visiting. Not bad... at the same time, it is funny how travel is possession-broadening. Something about a couple of hours in an airport makes the gift shop appealing, to say nothing of SkyMall. What goes on in our heads? "Sigh, I'm too scattered to deal with email, too tired to exercise. I know what'd be fun! I can look at these objects and evaluate them one at a time. Oh yeah. First as an item in general, and then in relation to my own life, taking into account its current price. Yeah, item evaluation! Let's head over there and see what they have."

Really, it's strange, isn't it?

Also strange: I recently learned that both I and heisenbug are less likely to notice a crying baby than some of our friends are. We were out at a restaurant with dr_alycat and cook_ting having brunch (a very good brunch in which many discussions about psychology were had, and ideas bandied about); later it came up that a crying baby had annoyed both of them, though it hadn't come up in conversation. I hadn't noticed it, and neither had heisenbug, although our hearing is fine. It just hadn't impinged on our happy little bubble of breakfasticity.

Speaking of happy, I am starting to be really quite happy about work. This year has brought a lot of highs and only one low (the manager switch), which may be a sort of delayed-start high since it'll feel very good to think I can succeed under more than just one manager here. I asked bluechromis lately if I'd been sounding happier, and she found some nice way of saying I'd in fact been sounding like a pissed-off stressweasel lately... which is, well, yes, but that's been the travel. Not work. :-) I had my four-year Zillianversary on Friday, which is both good and bad as I'm getting the last... the very last... of my sign-on stock package. First world problem, though. Overall it turns out to be good to feel like sort of a grown-up now, having been through a few launches and helped a few people not get fired, and having that "Senior" in front of my title. I'm on my way right now to a 3-day thing in NYC that I wouldn't have been invited to before this year. In fact, I barely got an invitation this time, but a friend talked to a higher-up friend and got me one, which feels almost better than making the list initially. Such warm fuzzies.

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[dr-alycat.livejournal.com]

Yay for happy at work... and good brunch!
I was really intrigued about the crying baby thing, because I might have predicted it would go the other way... i.e., that people who are less interested in having kids would be more annoyed by crying. But instead we breeders-to-be were attuned to it while it was simply an irrelevant stimulus for you!