I spent most of the morning worrying about the number of pairs of shoes to bring. And how long it would take me to walk to the Skytrain. And did I have my passport. And how casually should I dress for the flights? I am travelling with senior members of team afterall.
I am travelling to Utah for work, and I am more worried about the stupid things than anything at all important. Should I take a snack? Will I take a travel mug? Where should I put my business cards?
Have I packed my passport? The flight leaves at 1 pm, right?
I’m excited to travel to Utah – I am catching up to Emile.
When I am actually on the plane, I start to finally relax a little bit – except for the germy, phlegmy old man sitting beside me. I don’t want your germs. I’m leaning into the aisle.
Why am I going to Utah? Does it matter? Something about wooing a new customer or something.
Where’s my passport?
November 27th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Minutiae distracting me from what’s really important.