Wednesday, July 7, 2010

So Far So Good

I made it to Boston this afternoon. No travel incidents. I do wonder, though, why it is that I never get assigned a seat on a plane next to a hunky guy or brilliant, interesting diplomat or something. The first leg of my flight today, I spent next to an Apple guy -- iPhone, iPad, glasses, bad hair cut (seriously bad hair cut - done with a bowl and a hatchet or something). The whole deal. He sat spread eagle so his knee and arm were all over my territory. Doesn't everyone know the etiquette about flying? No arm touching. No, no, no, no! If I feel the hairs on your arm and my arm is clearly in my space, you are breaking the rules. It was clearly not the first time he'd flown either so he can't use that excuse. I tried to be friendly but there was no response...I guess leaning onto his shoulder when I felt sleepy wasn't the path to friendship for him.

On the second leg of my trip, I sat next to a sulky young woman in her late teens. She spent the flight trying to pick the fingernail polish off of her nails or listening to music on her ear buds so loudly that I could hear it through my own music in my own ear buds!! At least she stayed in her own zone. On that flight, there was a woman across the aisle from me who was friendly and then some French people in the two rows in front of us. I find it so interesting how different Europeans are from Americans in terms of letting our bodies just sweat it out. The French people smelled very...natural. It doesn't bother me at all but I know there's a stereotype. You know, I don't remember people smelling so natural when I was in Spain. I once heard a statistic that said that, on average, Mexican people are the "cleanest" people -- meaning they take more showers/baths than people in any other country. Just a little factoid for you to file away. 

I took the subway to my hotel from the airport. I kind of like riding public transportation as weird as that sounds. I like the people watching. It is a pain to ride with a suitcase, though. I hate sticking out like a tourist and it's pretty much hopeless if you have a suitcase with you. I'm staying in a very nice hotel in an area called Coolidge Corner. For dinner I went to a deli and got a tasty chicken salad sandwich to go. I asked the guy in the deli if there was a place to get a good dessert and another customer who was there heard me and told me about a place called Finale that was just around the corner. Check out the dessert I had. 
I really regret eating the whole thing right now. Not feeling so good...too much of even a good thing isn't good -- will I ever learn that about chocolate?! 

I'm starting to get a little nervous about my interview. I enjoyed my evening so much, I almost forgot that's what I'm here for. Now I'm going to spend a little time cramming about short term psychodynamic therapy so I can sound like I know what I'm talking about. I really do it, it's just hard to articulate the ways I've developed over the course of two decades. Good challenge, though. It'll keep the Alzheimer's away even if I don't get the job! 

I enjoy interviews but I'm also looking forward to being done with tomorrow so I can play for the rest of the weekend. Susan, Mark and I plan to go to an outdoor music performance on Saturday -- I hope it cools off by then! Wish me luck tomorrow. By the time I write in this again, it'll be all over and done with. 


  1. Good luck, good luck, good luck!! You'll be fabulous!!

  2. Hope you enjoyed your weekend in Boston and that the interview went well! I'm sure it did - let us know! We just got into Cape May yesterday. Looking forward to our visit with you and Lisa here. You're such the jetsetter!