So. Interesting day.
Flew to New Orleans for a meeting. The morning did NOT go well.
Of course, no morning goes well when one has to wake up at 5:30am. I dunno, maybe some of you people are early riser morning people. Yeah. Not me.
Just as I was about to head out, it comes to my mind to check and see if my badge is in my computer bag.
Can't find it. I rummage all the pockets again. Nope.
I start pulling things off the coffee table to check beneath the clutter. Nada.
Under the couch. No.
In my backpack. No.
Other end table.
For the heck of it, I stick my hand in my shoulder bag I bought for my trip. No badge, but something soft... small... almost silky... and... crunchy... and... and... smelly...
Oh God, COCKROACH.
I sort of threw the whole thing across the room and went to wash my hands.
Yeah, yeah, I'm *awake* already.
I search the car. No badge. I drive to work. No badge. Thank goodness the office is close to home, but if I put off driving to the airport much longer, I'll be late. Come back home. Look all over again. Grab some granola bars for good measure. Hurry nervously to the car. Get in, one last check in my computer bag.
After a cockroach, a drive to the office and two trips on the office's abysmally slow elevators, after adding twenty minutes to my estimated head-to-the-airport time...
There's the badge in a front pocket I hadn't checked because I never put anything in it.
Get on I-10.
Traffic skids to a halt. Nice. Now I'm *really* nervous.
Turns out there was a wreck in the dead-center lane. It cleared up after that, though, and the rest of the morning's travel was completely uneventful.
I'd just cleared the security turnstile in One Shell Square when in walked Frank. Greeted him, pointed out my colleague, was pointed out to his people. Went upstairs, got set up, worked for a while, then got an IM from Frank and went down to meet him on the 11th floor for popcorn. Now I know where to find the lounge with popcorn, free coffee and soda and water, and chairs and TV. Yay!
Meeting was a non-event. Everything as expected. Though I managed to be asked about my academic history and to thoroughly impress one of the engineers with my multi-talented-ness. W00t. Evening travels were routine. Got to fly in over Rice and see Reckling Field with the grass all gone and the new sand.
Land, drive home. Big fire just south of downtown. Drive through a bunch of smoke. Get home to see a cop talking to a guy over by building 3. I assume if it's something I should worry about, someone will tell me. Unlock the pad, grab the shoulder bag, take it outside and shake out the cockroach. It comes out in two pieces. Nice.
I call the building management. This is, after all, the second roach in 3 days.
And now I'm writing a blog! Yay!