I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but considering the conversation was happening in the stall next to me, it was impossible to tune it out.
“I’m having a hard time with my father’s passing,” says the stranger, choking up on her words. “I mean, luckily I got to his house hours before he died, but I just wasn’t ready to say goodbye.”
She pauses to take a breath and hold back a sob, just as a chorus of toilets flushing shatters the moment. No one responds and she keeps talking.
The lull in conversation struck me as odd but was quickly answered when I saw the woman emerge from her bathroom stall, with pants still unbuttoned and a cell phone wedged rather uncomfortably between her ear and shoulder. All I could do was drop my jaw in disbelief. Why would you have a deeply emotional conversation about the passing of your father in a bathroom at the airport on a cell phone? And the kicker - doing this without a headset? Gross!
This morning I was at Oakland Airport when I heard a power meeting occurring a few stalls away from me. Once again, no headset, and an echo chamber of flushing and tooting. Do the folks on the other end not notice the sound? I mean, how can they not?
My esthetician tells me a great story about a client who gets bikini waxes while actively participating on conference calls. I'm not sure how you can conduct business in pain like that, but this woman does it fairly frequently. (Ouch!)
I’m baffled by this phenomenon of women doing their business and conducting business all at the same time. I know we live in a fast-paced world, but honestly ladies, the bathroom? Is there a topic ever so important it can’t wait a few minutes? My career puts me on the road quite frequently, and multi-tasking is a function of survival. Still, there is no topic matter, no work emergency, no problem so critical that it has to be conducted in a latrine.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Tangerine Skies Over The Hazy State
Hack! Cough! Wheeze…
Wildfires, 323 or so, are clogging my usually pristine Northern California air. Even though the closest fire is at least 100 miles away, blue skies that I once took for granted have been replaced with a thick yellow-gray mucousy haze. The days are nothing compared to the evenings when the sun begins to set and the heavens turns orange. Everything looks surreal in this electric tangerine glow. These conditions make for amazing sunsets and poor peak flow readings. (Asthma humor for those of you not in the know…)
My state (and lungs) are on fire, gas is $5 a gallon, temperatures are topping over 100 degrees today, and my house is devaluing faster than an aging French hooker. All we need now is an earthquake to top things off around these parts.
So slap on the SPF 80 and hang on folks! These days, I’m living the California dream…at least Lucifer’s version of it.
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Besides the world being on fire, I guess I have some explaining to do about where I’ve been for the last couple of months. Earlier this year, my job responsibilities changed and my workload grew exponentially. In a nutshell, I’ve been buried and the blog fell to the bottom of the priority list – again.
There has been travel – lots of travel. March and April sent me to Vegas for tradeshows and conferences. On May Day I was in Venice (the Los Angeles version, not the groovy one with gondoliers in Italy), a week later, I was in the concrete jungle of Manhattan. The next week I visited our nation’s capitol for the first time ever, soaking in as much history as I could between work responsibilities.
On Memorial Day weekend I rewarded myself by staying home for a few days. We had our traditional hiking and oyster eat-a-thon out in Point Reyes with friends. June rolled in and Tim and I celebrated our ninth wedding anniversary with a getaway to the Sonoma wine country and the fabulous Kenwood Inn and Spa.
The next week it was back to the grind with work travel. A week in Santa Monica was made all the better with a convertible upgrade. There were five amazing days in Vancouver, British Columbia that consisted of well-attended events, nightly walks and runs around the Seawall to Stanley Park, and amazing Asian food. Most importantly, it was the last time I breathed in glorious fresh air.
All that travel brings me to last week when my company graciously shut down for a week. At first I found the forced vacation annoying, until I realized how completely exhausted I was. Six days in Tahoe has left me rested and content. I hiked, swam pain-free for the first time in three years, and even participated in retro roller skating night at Northstar Resort without breaking any body parts.
Life is good and as always, I have stories to tell.
Wildfires, 323 or so, are clogging my usually pristine Northern California air. Even though the closest fire is at least 100 miles away, blue skies that I once took for granted have been replaced with a thick yellow-gray mucousy haze. The days are nothing compared to the evenings when the sun begins to set and the heavens turns orange. Everything looks surreal in this electric tangerine glow. These conditions make for amazing sunsets and poor peak flow readings. (Asthma humor for those of you not in the know…)
My state (and lungs) are on fire, gas is $5 a gallon, temperatures are topping over 100 degrees today, and my house is devaluing faster than an aging French hooker. All we need now is an earthquake to top things off around these parts.
So slap on the SPF 80 and hang on folks! These days, I’m living the California dream…at least Lucifer’s version of it.
******************************
Besides the world being on fire, I guess I have some explaining to do about where I’ve been for the last couple of months. Earlier this year, my job responsibilities changed and my workload grew exponentially. In a nutshell, I’ve been buried and the blog fell to the bottom of the priority list – again.
There has been travel – lots of travel. March and April sent me to Vegas for tradeshows and conferences. On May Day I was in Venice (the Los Angeles version, not the groovy one with gondoliers in Italy), a week later, I was in the concrete jungle of Manhattan. The next week I visited our nation’s capitol for the first time ever, soaking in as much history as I could between work responsibilities.
On Memorial Day weekend I rewarded myself by staying home for a few days. We had our traditional hiking and oyster eat-a-thon out in Point Reyes with friends. June rolled in and Tim and I celebrated our ninth wedding anniversary with a getaway to the Sonoma wine country and the fabulous Kenwood Inn and Spa.
The next week it was back to the grind with work travel. A week in Santa Monica was made all the better with a convertible upgrade. There were five amazing days in Vancouver, British Columbia that consisted of well-attended events, nightly walks and runs around the Seawall to Stanley Park, and amazing Asian food. Most importantly, it was the last time I breathed in glorious fresh air.
All that travel brings me to last week when my company graciously shut down for a week. At first I found the forced vacation annoying, until I realized how completely exhausted I was. Six days in Tahoe has left me rested and content. I hiked, swam pain-free for the first time in three years, and even participated in retro roller skating night at Northstar Resort without breaking any body parts.
Life is good and as always, I have stories to tell.
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