I might have left it on the dining room table along with my wallet – including ID and credit cards. I got right in the car and up to the kiosk at the airport before I realized what I’d done. I only took it out to make sure I had my license and hadn’t left it in a back pocket. Jeez. Of course, this all went down at 5:45 in the morning and amazingly I was able to go home, get the wallet and get to the airport just in the nick of time so I made my flight. Now I’m in Orlando waiting for the last leg to Miami. And I realize I have to pay back the angel of travel karma by getting to the airport for my next few flights super early. I hate being in debt to her.
But she sure didn’t help me any last week when I left my blackberry charger in my hotel room. I just left Westin lost & found a message, so hopefully it will be recovered. I have a USB charger at home, but I was freaking out this morning when I needed to coordinate ID retrieval that my phone would die at any moment. I was about ready to give up on today and try again tomorrow.
Then perhaps this is sharing too much, but I had a horrible underground blemish that was driving me mad. Like someone hid a focus group M&M in my chin. So Saturday I went in to get a glycolic peel. I’d had this done before, or so I thought, but it must have been at a much lower concentration because after she’d begun and it was stinging like hell, she proceeded to tell me that my face would begin to peel in 48 hours. The previous facial treatments I’d had left me red for half an hour. But not this time. Here I sit now with peeling skin of the magnitude of a horrible sunburn fighting the urge to pick at the sahara that is my face.
I just need to get through this day packed with meetings once I return and do my several thousand dollars of expense reports.