Greetings From My New Joint at 11:42 PM

Well, day one of my new job is over, and what a day it was.  I got into Fort Wayne last night and checked out my hotel room.   Just by chance, I happened to check into the penthouse of the Residence Inn.  Not because I wanted to or something, but because I wanted to stay here and this was the only room available.  It’s a pretty ridiculously sized room for one person, with a bedroom and bathroom on each of the two floors.  So I came in and walked upstairs to see what was there, and as I walked down the hallway and looked to my right, I saw someone else in the room!  

Needless to say, it scared the everloving crap out of me.  I jumped and yelled, all while realizing that there was a mirror on the wall to the right, and I was being scared of my own reflection.  So that was embarrassing thing number one that’s happened to me on this trip so far.  It may not have been so embarrassing had I not just written it for everyone to read, but there you have it.

Embarrassing thing number two happened this morning after I got dressed and went to put my shoes on, only to remember that I hadn’t brought them in from the car last night.  Upon further reflection, it occurred to me that I hadn’t brought them in from the car because they weren’t in the car at all; rather they were still in Kokomo.  So here I am at 6:30 in the morning, all dressed up in my shirt and tie…and sandals.  Needless to say I went and bought some new shoes, and surprisingly, Meijer has some pretty good ones.  I got a pair of Dr. Scholl’s shoes that are actually a sight more comfortable than my Dockers.  Had I known before that Dr. Scholl’s made shoes, I might have checked them out in the first place.  But enough talk about shoes.  I am, after all, a creature of the male persuasion who is not usually wont to talk at length about footwear.

I ended up working from about 7:00 in the morning until 8:30 at night, and I still have a ton of things I’d like to get done before the internal audit tomorrow.  Oh—did I not mention the audit?  Yeah, there’s one tomorrow and I’m not even anywhere near feeling ready for it.  I think we’ll be okay (relatively speaking, considering the rough state we were in for the last pair of audits), but it doesn’t make me feel any better.  Also, did I mention that I have poison ivy on my arms?  Because I do.  It’s pretty nasty-looking.  Which is why I’m wearing long sleeves this week.  I never wear long sleeves—at least not without rolling them up.  Rolling up my sleeves gives the impression to some that I’m ambitious (which is sometimes true, mind you), but really I just roll them up because I hate wearing long sleeves.  But as for the poison ivy, I’m pretty sure I got it doing the landscaping in my side yard the other day (as I can’t imagine I would have gotten it while hanging pictures on the wall), and I could certainly have it in worse places than my arms, though I complain about long sleeves.  I’ve known more than one guy who picked the wrong plant as a substitute for toilet paper while camping.  I’ve never had that particular misfortune myself, but I can’t imagine the experience would be a pleasant one.  And on that note, I bid you farewell for the evening.