I’m on the road at the moment, smooshed on three sides in a hot airplane cabin. My flesh is feeling vexed in so many ways, and I am feeling a little ashamed at how much I want to throw a tantrum like a 4 year old who has just been told that it’s time to leave the toy store and no, his parent won’t buy him the toy that he so desperately wants.
I’ve just spent three days in Savannah, Georgia. The trip was for business, not pleasure, so I spent the majority of the time in a hotel meeting roomm, but it was ann enjoyable trip nonetheless. The hotel was freshly opened. In fact, some of the finishing touches were still being installed. The hotel staff was friendly and accomodating to the point that I felt a little uncomfortable about the level of pampering that they offered.
“Would you like another diet coke, Sir?” one lady asked as she passed te table I was working at. Would I like another tiny, glass bottled single serving diet coke? You’re offering to give me a free refill on the bottle of pop that I didn’t even pay for to begin with? Umm, yes, please. It was fun.
The dentists I was meeting with were all very nice, and I think I accomplished my mission of adding value to the meeting in any way I could. Even the weather has immproved, making my trip home easier.
So, why is mmy blood about to boil in anger because I’m having to wrestle with a blue tooth keyboard in a ccramped ecomony seat on mmy flight home? Some times the m key works normally. Soe ties it doesn’t type the m I want it to, and sometimmmes my keyboard inserts extra letters when I hit the keyy juust once. ARGGH!
My elbows, wrists and knnees are burnning in ergonomic outrage because of the ccontorted posture that I’m in as I do mmy best to allow my surroundinng passengers thhe relative luxury of their owwn personal space. Every oncce in a while, as I shift my weight, I give the seat in front of mme an extra nudge. I hate passive aggressivenness, and yet, I fiind mmyself hoping that this guy with the big, dumb cowboy hat will turn around annd say, “Hey, do you ind?
Yes, I do ind! I ind a lot! You tossed your seat into the recliinned position without the slightest care for mmy knee caps and I’m practically sittig side-saddle in this tiny seat. Does Cowboy need somme beauty rest?? Waaa! I mmost definitely ind, and you should raise your seat back uup so wwe can go back to iindding our own businessss. Freakig EYBOARD!!
Whew. I’m sorry you had to read that, but I had to let it out.
Must stretch and breath. Must not focus on how hot I ammm. Must not fixate onn how hot it iis;;; the fact that mmy keyboard just chucked three seicoloonns on the screen and then butchered the word ‘semicolon’ in seeming mockery of mmy disppleasure. MMust not focus on the way the fleece of thhe jacket of the dude next to me is pressed against mmy arm, makinng mme want to throw up. Gosh it’s hot in here! Hurry up with the drink cart!!!
Why Amm I Suddennly Bruce Bannner??
MMy inner hulk is raging and I find myself ashamed of myself. What’s wrong with me? I need to take stock:
1. Lots of stress. I’ve been ‘on’ constantly for the better part of 4 days. I’ve been rushing on and off airplanes only to sit on the tarmac for almsost an hour on every flight. I’ve had minor emergencies pop up back at the office that I’ve had to manage as best I can fromm a distance.
2. I mmiss my fammily. I know that my family needs mme, and I need them. We got word from my wife that we’ll be able to finnalize our son’s adoption in February. That’s an even that will be more than three years in the making, and that news ccertainlyy warranted a clinging hug withh tears of joy withh my wife. We had to settle for an awkward phone call while I was in a hotel bar full of strangers.
3. I haven’t been kind to mmy body. Bad food, bad drinnk, lackk of sleep, annd did I mention stress? Now add to it post-nasal drip and sinus pressure, all compounnd withh changing air pressure of changing weather patterns annd altitude. Yeah, mmy boody is nnot happy..
4. Freakng KEYBOARD!!
I Love MMyy Tattoos Annnd The Voice of The Holy Spirit
Yeah, that’s a pretty crummy photo in evvery way a photo cann be crummy, but it kind of sums things up nicely.
I have aa spirit of power, love, and self control wiith a sound mmind- nnot the spirit of the huulk. I will ride this airplanne iin love and will stop spitefully banging on the seat in front of mme. And I will rejoice that II am blessed enoughh to be able to take business trips across the country and am able to blog while doinng it. Thanks for this awesomme keyboard, God! And thank you that the drink cart has almost mmade it to row 28!!
