In an airport for the fifth day in a row

I traveled every day this week. I'm posting from Phoenix airport, while I wait for my seventh - and last - flight of the week. Sat down for a pizza and a beer and the waitress (the lady with New Jersey hair in the middle of the picture) carded me. When I said I am 33, she answered "congratulations". I hate this kind of stupid irony - if you can't be smart, irony is not for you. Anyway, the beer was good and the pizza was burned. But pizza is always good even when it's bad. And I'm flying home in an hour, finally!

Oh, the places I go

Wednesday late afternoon, leaving Monterrey, on my way to Guadalajara.

Deplaned

It was bad enough to have a meeting scheduled for 9pm. But not even being able to make it... Something is wrong with the airplane lavatories and everyone had to go back out. God knows when we'll get to Mexico tonight.

Flying down to Mexico

For a week that should be full. I just changed planes in La and bought
a cup off coffee.

In times of uncertainty, this us what my cup of coffee says to me.

Still eating at my desk

Kellie didn't come. She left a message on my answering machine, around 8:30 am, and she could barely speak, poor girl. Maybe she caught the same cold that caught me last week. I just hope she's taking it well, being at home and not working anymore.

Anyway, I ended up staying in the office and had my usual Campbells soup and tuna again, instead of the planned breakfast, for lunch. If at least I managed to loose some weight while eating this boring meals, but apparently my scale focuses more on the dinners and glasses of wine....

Not very sociable these days

I'm uploading old posts in a slower pace now (I do have to tackle some tasks at work), but decided to stop waiting for this job to be done before adding new ones. So here I go with my first real time post on this blog. As if someone were reading it...

I've been bringing fruit to the office, together of cans of tuna and instant Campbell's soups that I eat for lunch, on my desk. I haven't been feeling much like going out for lunch these says. Being around people and having to talk to them seems like too much work. I'm not saying this as a complaint. Actually, it might be a good thing, because I have so much to do and, nonetheless, I can't quit reading old postings from a blog I found a couple of weeks ago. At least I feel like I'm spending more time in my office and it feels right, even when I don't get as much done.

When I started working here they were supposed to start some kind of construction in the buiding, so I was installed in a temporary office until the new ones got ready. It's been 16 months and I'm still here, not a sound of construction around yet. My "temporary" office is a big one, that I used to share with Kellie, a a project manager in charge of creating this whole new line of revolutionary make up. At first I hated the idea of sharing my office, but I got to know her and, sometime in the middle of these 16 months she became a close friend (great company for eating breakfast for lunch). Kellie left the company in the end of December and it fells very empty without her here. I probably needed her to balance me when I go crazy - and I do go crazy often. I received an e-mail from her this morning and she'll come by on Friday so we can go out for eggs and pancakes around lunchtime.

Do you ever feel like January is a very long Monday?

Breakfast for lunch and other happy things - an introductory post

I'm into having breakfast for lunch. Eggs, potatoes and bacon belong to the second part of the day, almost like beer (according to Kats' book, beer before noon is against the rules, but champagne is ok). Entering a restaurant at 1pm, after a long morning in the office, and ordering breakfast food can really make my day.

I also like beer, by the way, as long as it's a Lager or an Ale. With a good italian salami or with simple american fries. And, of course, I love wine, with cheese, apples, crackers and a good book, by the fireplace, in a cold cold day. But that's usually in the third part of the day, or I will need a nap before bedtime.

I like Havaianas, Caipirinhas, mandioca, Bossa Nova and everything else Brazil. I wasn't born there and I don't live there now, but it's where I grew up and where my heart still resides. Going for a walk in Ipanema, sitting by a window over Lagoa or eating appetizers at a typical bar (a.k.a. boteco) with friends are amongst my favorite things in the whole wide world. I'm also really, really into cariocas. In the good way, if you know what I mean.

Being home after a work trip also makes me very happy. Ive been traveling more than I expected, but this means I'm coming back home even more times and that feels great. I do, however, take a long time to unpack, every time, and I hate to see the mess. So I leave the unpacked suitcase in the guest room and I close the door. Having a guest room to be able to do that makes me very happy. When I come back home, I like to climb on the couch in my PJs and watch silly shows on TV with that wine from the first paragraph on hand.

Colorful charts (with lines that go up and above) and cool presentations have a way of putting a smile on my face. I'm very proud of my accomplishments and I have to confess that I do like to work. I like to complain about work too, but who doesn't? Numbers (specially high ones) got recently upgraded from the list of things I don't understand to the list of things I really enjoy playing with.

I like art, mostly in two ways: beautiful photography art and tasty culinary art. I'm not a pro in any of those, but thankfully I don't get tired of trying (people say that Brazilians are very persistent and never, never give up). Both are better when friends get involved. Photos of smiles generated by good meals are priceless.

In simple lines, this is who I am. There is more to me, I guess, but this is pretty much enough to start. Congratulations, you just graduated from Kats 101.